Tim's sister lives on a dairy farm in upstate New York, a place someone believed was a good location to drop off a pregnant cat. The kittens came soon after and our nephew nominated himself the be the stand-in cat mom. When one of the kittens, Nickel, met an accidentally tragic end, Zach asked if "his" kitty could go live with Grandma to stay safe. So Butterscotch was a birthday gift to Tim's stepmom.

It's a good thing that I'm allergic, otherwise I think we would have ended up with a kitten too. This little guy was intoxicatingly adorable.

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We've been cat sitting for Matt and Emma's two cats while they're away. Sebastian and I have become good friends, despite my allergies, and he even meows after each of my sneezes.

Off to the New Pornographers show at Battery Park now and then rooftop fireworks viewing on the LES. Happy Fourth.

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