Dynamic Duo

I had forgotten what a destructive force a frisky kitten can be around the house. Items broken, shit strewn about like a fucking whirling dervish. The delightful scent of kitten eating Dude food, which gives her gas and stink ass the likes of which are frequently seen in this house, but only the human variety. Aughra wanted to know how Dude is handling all the chaos, and he's doing very well. He was pissed at first, then irritated, then resigned, and now is almost admitting to liking the kitten. He hates the picture taking nonsense, though. With fiery passion my cat hates the *flash* of the camera in his face. Which makes me have to take more pictures, which.... you get it.

For some reason, the kitten looks rather bulky in this picture, when in fact she is just a bony wisp of a girl compared to the tubby glory of Dudeus Maximus. I am calling her "kitten" because Teddy Bear wants to give her a name of his own, and cannot decide upon a suitable one. I've started to call her "dipshit" to persuade him to hurry the fuck up and name her, but he doesn't like that name. His offerings so far have been "Ed" and "Fay". Hmph. Men. What the fuck do they know?

P.S. Happy Birthday, TB!