An update on the health of my daughter/cat, Kittie:
A mere two weeks ago I was holding back my cat's hair as she wretched onto every square inch of rug in our apartment. Oh yes, our girl doesn't vomit on tile or wood, she strictly prefers carpet, preferably throw rugs when available.
It was devastating to watch her suffer. And how could it not be? Kittie has always been there for me when I've needed her.
This was the cat who spent an entire Sunday spooning and watching the Food Network with me after my Appletinis Gone Wild fiasco. (All-important lesson learned: when the vodka runs out, do NOT drink Apple Puckers straight from the bottle. I promise you this will only lead to desolation and woe.) During those nauseas 24 hours Kittie was a tremendous source of comfort to me.
Why couldn't I have met Kittie while I was in college? She undoubtedly would have provided me with much solace during those tender, Boone's Farm-filled years.
Although I'm still somewhat hesitant, I think it's pretty safe to say that Kittie has made a full recovery.
Behold this sultry feline pose I captured with my camera on Tuesday evening:
I know, I know, all parents say this about their children, but this cat really knows how to work it for the frigging camera. 
I'll have you know Kittie held this unusual position for a solid ten minutes.
What can I say? The cat delivers.
I'm aware that the sheer volume of pictures I take of Kittie automatically files me into the creepy cat owner category, and rightly so. But I cannot help myself, she is simply too adorable. There, I've said it. Day after day, she breaks my heart with her cuteness. And I'm a dog person!
Kittie sits companionably upon my lap as I write this and is at this instant looking up at me with her fuzzy little face. I think she probably wants a snack. Yup, her convalescence period has thankfully come to an end.
~Fun Facts about The Wonder Cat~
~Is currently seeing two boyfriends: one white cat who watches her from the window across the street, and another who sometime sits on our front steps.
~Greets my husband and I at the door every evening.
~Is notorious for opening the bathroom door. While bathroom is in use.
~Is a Red Sox fan. Before they won the World Series.
~Won my heart by jumping onto my lap at the ASPCA.
~Was mistaken for a male when we first brought her home. (Sorry about that, Kit.)
~Despises manicures, Emeril LaGasse, dogs, Ryan Seacrest, and other cats.
~Does not allow her fur to be blow-dried. (Please don't ever try that one at home.)
~Has six fingers on each paw, which is known as being polydactile.
~Has a fondness for napping in sinks, Public Television, and Alan Rickman.
~Sits like a human.
~Is a Sagittarius.
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