Hey Guys.  So last week my roommate and I rescued a 5 week old, malnourished and flea ridden kitten.  You don’t really want to know the details of her past home, trust me.  Now she is healthy, spoiled rotten  and currently sleeping in the coffee table’s drawer  (so adorable. omg).  So I’d like to formally introduce y’all to Yogurt, aka Gogurt, Yo-plait, FroYo, Ghetto Kitty, Cinderella Kitty, or Walden (when we thought she was a boy for two days.  That must have been traumatic for her self image).  

Here comes the cuteness: 

My eyes are as dark as my soul…

http://twitter.com/yogurtkitty. She’s set to take over the world wide web, 140 characters at a time.

Yes I love sleeping on the toilet seat. Yes yes I do. I am Queen of the Porcelain Throne.

I know, you could barf rainbows after looking at these for too long. Sigh. I’m in love.  Rescuing and adopting cats in need is an easy way to save a life, look cool to friends/family and feel connected to your favorite celebrity icon.  Like, I can’t adopt a billion international babies like Brangelina but I can adopt a lil baby kitten, name her after a common food item (apple, anyone?)  and feel awesome about life.  Already have an adorable kitten, or perhaps an obscenely fat cat? Lemme know.  Kitty’s will soon take over 99% of this blog’s content. Then the world.