And it’s all downhill from there. Too bad you couldn’t recycle your kitten every year. That would be cool. That way they would always be cute. You could send them to a recycling center where they would grind them up into polar bear snacks, or something. Relax. I’m kidding.

Actually, Wifey is going to get a new kitten today. She may already have it by now. I can hardly wait.