Wearing your black eye like a badge of honor

So remember when I said I think my kitty (Callie) is pregnant. Well, now I'm pretty sure she is... er... was. As I witnessed it, she gave birth to five little kittens. They're so cute! I love them. They're all completely different, too. The first one born is completely white, the second has the coloration of the stereotypical cow, the third is a tabby, fourth is silver (not gray; silver), and the last kitty is black. They're so adorable. She had them on Holy Thursday so they're eyes are starting to open now. The white one is the only one that has no indication of its eyes beginning they're opening process. But they're still insanely cute. I get to hold them. I likes to hold them. If anyone wants to come over and see the kitties feel free. They cry, though. You just have to pet them to calm them down a little. We haven't really picked out any names yet, but we're working on a list. You can go ahead and submit names in the comments. I think the only boy is the cow kitty, in case gender matters for the name choosing. Anyway... as everyone knows Charley's Aunt lost at Zone. I can't make a judgement on our judge or anything since I've never done this before. I just feel cheated. NHS induction was last Wednesday. I'm pretty sure that everyone that reads my blog knows since they're all in NHS or were inducted on Wednesday, but I had a good time. I tested out the handshake that Mr. White taught us on Matt Brewster because he was the first person that I knew would get it. Ross did it to Mr. Benedict and I will forever adore him for it. Then he and Phillip did it to some of the NHS officers that shook hands with the inductees. I had way too much fun up there. Half the time people weren't even sure if they heard me correctly. Matt Lee has been added to my hit-list since he just blew by everyone acting as though he was too good to shake our hands or something. I'd start a hit-list on my sidebar, but then Mr. White could turn me into the school for making threats. Does anyone remember 8th grade when some students made hit-lists and they were like hauled off to jail or something for them? I remember. Anyway, that's enough for now. I have to pick up the siblings. Yes, I thought you'd be pleased with me. Well, ta-ta.