It is unnerving to see rope outside your window.

It is a thousand times more unnerving to see that same rope falling very quickly to the ground.

I’m not really afraid of heights, but I *am* afraid of falling off high buildings.

It was supposed to happen this morning, but for the sake of office harmony, we moved it to this afternoon. I doubt I’ll have time to update when it all happens, so I will spill the beans now:

Before the day is out, you will get to meet Cream Lemon, the Incestuous Bad Idea Kitten!

I’m adopting the kitten from a co-worker. He’s 9 weeks old, and some sort of Siamese brown point/gray point mix. The pictures I’ve seen so far, while blurry, are adorable. I will have many pictures to share before the week is out, I’m sure.

What’s with the name?

I have a history of giving my animals outlandish (if not downright ridiculous) names. Lemon (as the new kitten shall be known) was named because I was Wiki’ing “incest in popular culture” (don’t ask). I stumbled upon the Cream Lemon saga and thought it was a great name. Very shortly after, the decision – a bad one, according to almost everyone – to adopt the kitten was made. Upon learning that his parents were brother and sister from the same litter, it dawned on me that this kitten was in fact the product of incest – which tied in nicely with the whole “Cream Lemon” thing. My coworker was a little embarrassed to let the whole cat incest thing be known, but I found it hilarious because I am highly inappropriate.

I am very excited and also sleepy. I took the rest of the week off to work on Operation: Kitten Integration, and will be living in the spare room with the door closed for the next couple of days. I’m hoping the kitten will bond with Hobble, who really needs a playmate – he likes to pounce on Cheddar, but she’s getting old and can’t really take a 22lb wall of cat flying at her from all directions.

Sasha will sit in her corner and hiss as usual.

I am well on my way to becoming a crazy cat lady.