The Boy and I have adopted a three-month old kitten. Our friends are calling it a prelude to parenting. I just thought she was the most adorable little thing when I first saw her at the pet shop: picking a fight with a labrador at least twenty times her size. Lucky for her the other pets at the store were used to her antics and could not be bothered to swipe her away when she was nibbling on their ears. Since bringing her home, I love watching how everything is an adventure to her, how she always pounces on the carpet fringe and tries to get her tiny jaws around every thing to see if its edible. And when she gets tired, she's under my bed, curled up on one of the smaller suitcases which she declared her bed.

The oddest difference I've noticed though, besides having a new roommate, is that a typical conversation between the Boy and I now sounds like this:

Boy: How's the little one?

Me: She's ok. Woke me up early so that I would feed her.

Boy: Aww. Did she take a poo after that.

Me: Yup. Stank! But I've wiped her down and cleaned her litter box.

Boy: What's she doing now?

Me: Attacking the carpet fringe/napping on the suitcase.

Boy: I miss her already. 

Gah! Can you imagine the mundane conversations we'll have after we have kids?!