When someone rings your doorbell and hands you a kitten, you might want to try hard not to see the kitten.  Instead, you might want to see the very tall stack of vet bills (all carefully timed to coincide with other expenditures like house painting and vacations and car repairs).  You probably won’t succeed.  The power of kitten cuteness to overcome good sense is quite impressive.  I obviously did not succeed and was instead overcome with the cuteness of the fluff.  Which is why Douglas and I went to the vet yet again yesterday.  He has an ear infection, and I have ear wash, drops, and antibiotics for him.  It’s a good thing he’s cute.  I’m pretty sure cute is a cornerstone of kitten survival strategy.

(And please don’t worry, we love him and will take care of him despite the vet visits.)