The Teeny Tiny Ball of Fur that Turned My Otherwise Super-Dull Summer Around

I haven't posted in several days! Not because I can't, not because I don't want to, but because my currents debate on whether or not I should write one or not goes something like  this:

Me: "I should write an entry tonight"

Also Me: "Yeah you do that"

Me: "I'm totally going to write one tonight!"

Me: *Is asleep*

Me: *Thinks about the entry I was supposed to write*

Me: "Shoot."

Every. Night.

Writing one would also involve me sitting in my beanbags chairs, and I can't do that right now because my cat Klepto has claimed them.

But what's this title talking about? The fact that I accidentally saved a kitten!
And then I accidentally offered to foster the kitten.
And then I accidentally decided to keep the kitten.

And there is now a skinny little Maine Coon kitten attacking my fingers as I write this.

Her name was originally Butters, and then Beefs, and then Cheeto Supremo, and then just Cheeto, briefly Audrey, and  Avocado for a split second, and I'm thinking Avett right now.


But apparently Avett is a boy name. Screw your gender-conforming names. I'll  name this tiny female kitten Avett if I want to.

This is Avett when we first got her. She was trapped in a log pile at the barn, and I had to scale a 20ft log/bramble pile to pull out this fuzzy little jerk.
She's cute and she has big feet and ears.

Also! The Derby! Might as well touch on that! It went horribly! Mister threw a few hissy fits that equated in my trainer only letting me trot up to the jumps, making him even more unmanageable. I'm proud of  him, nonetheless.
I also got stung by a wasp on my chin and it nearly ruined the entire thing for me honestly.
Here are pics from that:

That's not be holding the lead rope, I mention this because I don't like how she wrapped it around her wrist.

Close your mouth dude I'm not even pulling

Avett is biting me again.
IT'S LIKE NEEDLES GOING INTO MY BODY.
BUT IT'S ALSO SUPER CUTE.

There were more pictures of the Derby done by a professional, but I kinda hate all of them :\.
Not because they were bad, but because they consist of me dying on top of his and him running out from under me.

Okay, so I just looked at them, and I don't like them because his mouth is wide open like I'm killing him and I swear I'm not.

I also made a bunch of questionable purchases!
Like a Kylie Jenner Lip Kit in Kourt K. And a bunch of bras from Victoria's Secret, which, by the way, is taking WAY too long to get here, it's been like, a week. Get it together, Victoria's Secret. I believe in you. Just ship my order. Do it. It's not that hard.

Avett is going between staring at me and the computer trying to figure out where the music is coming from.
She's so cute I don't get it.

I just checked my order. It's no where close to my town. Why.

Avett sticks her tongue out a lot. It's super cute.
She's trying to lie on the key board and she keeps writing things.
And deleting things.

Also the 100 year-old soap caddy in my 100 year-old shower in my 100 year-old house decides to attack me while I was showering. In other words, my soap holder very suddenly unattached itself from my wall and shattered in my tub and cut my foot.
You wanna talk about scary? It was terrifying and I screamed. And cussed. A lot.

And Avett fell asleep in my lap, and I think that's my signal to cut this off here.

Cheers!