Last week my mom and my sister drove out to a farm in the middle of nowhere in Connecticut to get a kitten. They got two; though the unanticipated kitten is actually the young mother of the intentional kitten. Now, to assist 11-week-old Yoyo in growing him out of being a total mama's boy who can't even bury his own poop, they need separate him from his 11-month-old mother, Abby.
And even though I am totally allergic to cats, she was too sweet, playful, and friendly to say no to. And she likes me. So I have a new kitten named Abby. She and Oliver should get along great. Impressively enough, I couldn't get Abby to sit still long enough for a decent picture, but Yoyo was being a total ham.

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