We got a kitten! His name is Junio (like the month), he’s orange and white, he was only a few weeks old when we got him, and he’s soooo cute! Mar, one of my flat mates, was on a weekend excursion up in the mountains when she found him. The farmer whose land she was on said that the kitten’s mother had just died and that he’d probably die too. Mar would have none of that hogwash so she picked up this little ball of fuzz and brought him home to Barcelona. She was going to name him after the farmer, but then realized that the named Junior was really stupid. So with a slight manipulation of the letters, he became Junio. He couldn’t even walk a straight line when he first arrived, but soon he was slowly climbing up stairs, and now at the ripe old age of three months he jumps them two at a time! His favorite pastimes are 1)climbing up people’s pant legs and continuing on to their shoulders and 2)tripping people. His favorite spot to take a nap is on the back of my neck while I’m hunched over and reading a book in the living room. He’ll have to stop that soon seeing as how he’s a lot bigger than when he first arrived two months ago. He’s now at the age where he loves to attack everything he sees – feet, pillows, newspapers, plants, my nose while I’m sleeping. Like a child, he can be quite trying at times. If he weren’t so darn cute I would have killed him a long time ago.