Kitty is twenty now and no longer inhabits the dorm room, as she is freshly graduated with her degree in pookie destruction and nervous breakdowns. She is currently living with her parents and sister while looking for a job and misses the dorm. Kitty may run screaming to Montana any day now.
She has three babies. Pookie the Borg is a neurotic three-year-old K6 233. Bitsy Hopper is a 486 she acquired in November through sources better left uncited. Bitsy and a screwdriver provide hours of amusement. Ada-Augusta is her youngest, a PIII with cards that don't suck. Ada was a graduation present and was tamed after a bad week or so. They make a happy, if dysfunctional, family.
She also has three pets: a long-suffering 1995 Saturn, a cranky Siamese fighting fish, and a boy whose toenails are usually painted an improbable shade of pink.
Kitty was hatched, not born, from an egg-shaped escape pod that her birth mother ejected from space in hopes that she would be taken in by a kindly couple and her identity hidden until it was safe for her to take her rightful place as Empress of the Galaxy. Kitty waits impatiently.
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Diet Coke | glitter in any form Sailormoon that which is pink live cows science fiction, good and bad baking surprises matching kitchen accessories QBasic penguins vinyl records Brit lit of the 18th and 19th centuries small furry things which do not bite
IDE cables | tofu boys who whistle steel wool girls named Ashley television when my dad cooks SQL big earrings |
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