The Pet Store down the street has a cage full of kittens that they are selling for the price of their shots (they usually don't sell larger animals, but these cats were found in an alley in Allston, so they took them in. I have decided to adopt the mother, because you never know how kittens are going to turn out.
I played with her in the store for a couple weeks, got permission from my landlord, and just brought her home last night. The problem is, I don't want to name her until I get a better read on her personality. So far she seems haunted, and loves to meow and meow and meow whenever I try to sleep.
These are the front runners for her name:
Bugz (she has them in her brain)
Shut The Fuck Up (self-explanatory)
Molly (From The Haunting of Molly Hartney)
Rosemary (the one with the baby)
Regan (Mcneil from The Exorcist)
Tupac (suggested as an alternative to a name to appear later)
Afeni (which would make her kitten, Tupac)
Mia (what they called her in the pet store)
For The Love of God Shut The Fuck Up, It' Three O'Clock In The Morning
I Want A Refund
Selina (as in Kyle, this is the one I'm leaning to at the moment)
Are You Seriously Still Maiowing At Me?
Sniffy (aka MADcat from Inspector Gadget)
Delia (I had a Koosa named Delia when I was a kid))
I've also been taking care of one of her kittens at the store, an adorable little martiany thing that I have named Yoda Vader, as she has a huge Yoda head and ears (complete with big tufts growing out of them), but a respiratory infection that makes her sound like His Darthness. The repiratory thing is apparently genetic, and thus, came from her as yet unnamed mother, who now breathes like a normal cat.