"I have a kitten for you! Weren't you looking for a black cat..?"
Truth was, I had been, but had just been bamboozled by a thoroughly evil kitten (who soon earned the name Hades) into bringing her home from a pet store (and I think she's still the only pet I purchased rather than adopt). So the answer should have been no, I don't need another kitten.
"But I'm saving this one for you!"
Well. Poop. Now I felt obligated. So I agreed to adopt this little fellow, sight unseen, and my fellow museum employee brought him to work for me, with the warning, "He, um, needs a bath. He won't leave his litterbox."
Turns out this little guy, maybe 7 weeks old, was feral and skittish and terrified of the world. He literally cried for 3 days straight whilst hiding under my claw-footed tub. Based solely on that desire to hide, I named him Lurk.
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