Mrow.

What is it with girls and cats? And I say that lovingly. I am not immune.

Today, after two tests and a frustrating hour of mind-befuddling Latin poetry, all underscored by an unrelenting ache in my lower back, I walked out of the LL building to see two of my friends apparently staring at rocks. Only they weren't actually staring at rocks. Oh, no. They were staring at kittens. Large, almost full-grown kittens. We (and by "we" I mean Lauren) spent the next half hour trying to pet them. The cats were not having it. The black one kept running off into the bushes while the grey one backed up deeper and deeper into a pipe that runs under the building. Try as she might, Lauren couldn't tempt one out. But they were so cuuute.

Listening to: Psych
Reading: Well of Ascension by Brandon Sanderson