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Clark Kent

is the name of the new kitten living in my bathroom. He is 9 months old. We’re awaiting results to see if he has feline leukemia or HIV–not transmittable to humans–to see if he is healthy enough to start bonding with the other cats. Apparently, Clark got into a fight he didn’t win because someone left a bite on Clark’s back. Hopefully, that cat wasn’t infected. Healthy Clark means a great home in the future. Unhealthy clark means a shortened lifespan—2 years for leukemia and MAYBE 10 (with low quality of life) for FIV.

Meanwhile, black cats DO give out antigens that do cause allergies to act up in peeps like me. I am going to have to start drugging myself until Clark moves out. Um, because Clark IS moving out. I can’t afford THREE cats, no really. REALLY. Honestly. If Clark has FIV or leukemia, he has to move out indefinitely because he could infect Bruce and Diana. Sniffle, then what would happen to my kitten Justice League?

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  1. man, too bad i’m not living in the city and am not living in my own apartment w/nick (as yet,we are seriously discussing this topic but it depends on things like school, jobs, loans) cause then i would sooooooo take him. all must love the kitties (nick has two, too)!!!!!!

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