Dept. of Beloved People

I Did Not Drop Him On His Head

And I got to hold him, make odd noises at him, tell him he was a very good kitty (for completely logical reasons), watch him while he slept in my arms, and tell his father completely inappropriate jokes, as is the Way Of Our People.. 

It was terrific. 

There were pictures taken, at least one or two of which get shared with you folks tomorrow, no matter how hard you try to avoid them. 

(Also, probably a few less than generous thoughts about Seattle.)