Kissa, My My Kitty.

How ironic. I haven't updated in three weeks, and this entry is about Kissa. *sigh* Or as her new owner likes to call her... Kalea (ka-LEE-uh) Kahuna-Mocha. Not as cool as Kissa, but to each his own, I suppose.

It was as I suspected. My asthma acted up. Yes, getting a kitten was stupid. She was very sweet. But my friend Beth loves her to death. Kissa... err... Kalea is very happy at her new home with her new cat-brother.

Ruby and Amber (the puppies) missed her the first two days, but now they're back to normal. They kind of were freaking out while she was here. It's calmer now, and Jeremy and I are less stressed. For the best. And I still get to visit her. :)

*emmett* ~ who will never get a cat again...