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Holy shit. A kitten just ran through my front door, up my stairs and into my apartment. I managed to trap it in my bathroom with food, water and a litterbox.

What the fuck. How do they know? ARe there scent markings on my door like hobo signs for starving kittens?

Little bastard was bold as fuck. Not afraid when I chased it, either. Never seen a cat so unafraid of a new house, or of my other cats. S/He's Catt Murdock, the Cat Without Fear.

Fuck. I just gave it a name, didn't I?

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Catt Murdock, first picture: http://twitpic.com/8nxlt3

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I was going to finish writing up Boskone this year, but in the last 12 hours i've acquired a kitten and been hit by a car, so screw it. I'm also breaking my Friday fast with some ravioli.

I need a tylenol, a shot of bourbon and a nap.