Came back to my desk yesterday afternoon to several puzzling emails inquiring about the cardboard box of kittens supposedly available for adoption at my desk. The wha-? A bit of excavation revealed an email sent by a passing oh-so-clever co-worker from the unlocked iPad sitting on my unattended desk.
The next morning, there were two adorable kittens curled up in a cardboard box on said oh-so-clever co-worker’s desk.
I mean, how else could I have responded?
Naturally, my first stop had been the interwebs:
“Ok friends–odd request of the month. I need to borrow some kittens. seriously. one will do, but several would be much, much better. I promise they will be well-treated and promptly returned. anybody? anybody?”
Fail. (though there was some touching concern for my mental health.)
Twitter, same result.
Humane Society, no dice.
It simply wasn’t ‘kitten season,’ I was told. Apparently there’s a season. Phone calls to a dozen pet stores, official paperwork transfer and a background check (?!) later and I was finally the proud owner of two adorable Siamese kittens.
They spent the day cavorting across keyboards and conference tables, thoroughly delighting (and distracting) the Domosphere. And I spent the next 48 hours sneezing and wheezing while I placed these two darlings in loving new homes.
It actually didn’t click that’d I’d checked off a particularly problematic bucket-list to-do until I handed over the babies’ paperwork to their new family and saw the full breed listing: Himalayan Colourpoint Persian.
Most satisfying $160 impulse buy I ever made. 😉