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I was ambushed. Unarmed. Two weeks ago my boyfriend told me he was going downstairs to the lobby of our building to meet up with his friend from work who was bringing him something. I had no idea what he meant, nor did I think twice about it because my boyfriend doesn't do or sell drugs so what did I care. When he returned after about an hour he rang the doorbell and shoved this little orange ball of fur in my face. "Can we keep him honey? Can we?" See, ambushed. I already have one cat. He's 14 years old and he just got diagnosed with Feline Kidney Disease, it's a common malady in older cats our vet said, but with the proper care and diet he could live another 5 years, whew. But to ease the pain of what he may go through in the coming years including his impending mortality my boyfriend got me this kitten. That was him helping. At first I was insistent that we couldn't keep him and that my boyfriend wasn't helping. Now, 2 weeks later, I'm in love. But I'm also 3 cats away from being the cat lady. I'll have to make sure not to get upset in front of him about something for a very long time or I'll be in moo-moos with cats climbing all over me sooner than I want to be. :) Peace and kitty cat love!