Yes. That's the day I got my Harley. My baby cat. My Devil's Spawn Whom I Almost Love More Than The iPod I Currently Do Not Have. I do not actually know the real birthdays of my fur-children, so in my household (which is SO cold. Sigh. Air-conditioning.) we celebrate anniversaries.

So in honor of the two-year anniversary of Harley, who woke me four times in a span of 11 minutes just after 3 a.m. because she thought, "Hey, fun! Let's attack the blankets!" here is a list.

Actual Names I Call Harley, Other Than Harley (who, yes, is a girl):

Harlequin
Harles
Harlequin Robert
Little
Littlest
Devil's Spawn
Beelzebub
Harla
LaLa
La
Baby Cat
Itty Bitty
Bad!
Quinn
Quinley
Quinner
Quinlet
Harlaquinney
HARLEY!
Quinney
HARLEY YOU'RE NAUGHTY STOP IT!

And there you have it. I love her. And I'd go into a babble of itty-bitty, squishy, baby cat names that I secretly call her, but then you would throw up in your mouth, and we can't have that.

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