...there are squirrels in my head...

"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.