I Has a Kitten.
Also, the worst sense of self-preservation EVER. X_x

His name is Glitch (shut up shut up shut up shut up) and is perhaps the smallest, cutest, marmalade-iest, most pathetic thing on the face of the planet. He was rescued from behind my workplace, from a batch of 5/6 week old kittens, two of which had bad eye and upper respiratory infections. Those two are doing a lot better, though suffice it to say, their other two siblings aren't letting us close anytime soon.

I have to keep him for about two weeks total, as he's currently on a regiment of twice-a-day medication to clear up his infections and problems, but I'm not seeing it as an issue. Now that he's not terrified of me, at least, and is more than happy to curl up on my lap and purr his insane little heart out.

And, surprisingly, I do not want to keep him. I'm serious. I think my brain found the trump card over my heart: severe rationality. I couldn't afford to keep him, for one, and I know this. It wouldn't be fair to him, seeing as I have three other cats (whom I adore and am NOT giving up anytime soon just because some tiny new face comes along) and it wouldn't be fair to them either.

... so... if you're in the Dallas area.... want a new kitten? ^^;

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Glitch likes hiding in the little nook beneath the monitor on my desk.

His eyes aren't really that dark. Its my crap camera. He's got olive green eyes with flecks of yellow in them.

OMG, TINEE KITTEH