Eugenia who?

Well who would of thunk that after working all day with needy, emotional teenagers I would have a difficult time coming home to needy helpless kitten.

I didn't, that's for sure.

Eugenia is currently on her way to a better home, via the local Roosevelt animal shelter.

I made this decision after two sleepless nights of an orange furball determined to sleep on my face with her little wet nose stuck inside my nose. Not that that makes much sense, but I'm pretty sure the cat wanted our noses to be one?

She could also howl like a banshee.

I will miss her cuteness but that may be it.

Plus Diana sent me an article about how you can get suicide sicknesses from Cat germs. Dodged a bullet. Maybe literally.