Joe Kitty Hits Fat City

There’s a certain alchemy that takes place when I’m with Full Moon. Noteworthy things happen with startling efficiency.

We had been together tonight only two hours before we had found a stray kitten, captured him, named him, fed him, purchased the requisite kitty supplies, got him purring, and settled him nicely at Full Moon’s house.

Joe Kitty is an interesting little guy. He wears a look of constant bug-eyed surprise, as if perpetually overcaffeinated. Accordingly, I suggested she call him Joe. Joe Kitty, just to make him sound a little more rednecky and ridiculous.

It was a good night for Joe Kitty. He went from scoping the Olive Garden parking lot for scraps to jumping into the arms of a total pushover.