Committing Hairy Mary: My Date With A Kitten

Tonight I decided to treat myself to one of my favorite past times: a kitten party. I've grown up around and spent an insane amount of time with cats in my life. However, as a resident of a college dorm, there is a strict no pets policy. This has driven me to such desperate measures as skyping with my fat orange tabby, Pippin.

Thankfully, I have older friends living off campus that share my affinity for felines. That's where my dear friend, Brittany LaFollett, comes in. She let me borrow her feisty 6-month-old cat, Mary, for an evening of human-kitten jollies.

I found Mary slumbering in her cat bed; a perfect angel. She kindly let me awaken her and sit by her side as she had a late dinner, totally unfazed by the presence of a camera (though consistently squinting at its flash.)

I brought Mary out into the living room with my friends for some cuddle time that soon devolved into rough housing after she bit the ever-loving shit out of me.

While, I've had plenty of experiences with cat bites, Mary's just started to get excessive. I put her back to bed; all forgiven due to her never-ending cuteness. Though I enjoyed our play time, our maturity levels are just far too disparate. My 7-year-old lap cat back home is much more my speed.