During the summer in Portland, the humane society has so many kittens that they’re practically giving them away. This isn’t a problem for most people, but it is my least favorite time of year.

I want a kitten.

I shouldn’t/can’t have a kitten.

But I really want a kitten!

There are many logical reasons I shouldn’t get a kitten, and my brain has a counter for every single one.

1. My apartment complex doesn’t allow them (but my neighbor was sneaking one for six months and no one knew.)

2. I don’t have a consistent schedule (cats are self sufficient and don’t need human interaction.)

3. I might move to a different state someday (kittens are notorious for loving adventure.)

4. You barely have enough money to properly feed yourself (both cats and I love canned tuna and it’s only $1 a can.)

5. You hate cleaning litter boxes (they’re so fluffy!)

So far, I have acted as a responsible adult and held off on taking a trip to the humane society and scooping up whichever fuzz ball comes at me first, but living alone in the city makes it increasingly hard to ignore the call of a purring ball of love.

The call of the kitten is strong and I am fighting it with all I have. I wish there was a pill to combat kitten season I could take with my seasonal allergy pill. I should work on inventing that, but I can’t stop thinking of cats!