That one's called rocketship, and that one's simpleton.

As it turns out, there are currently no kittens to foster. Apparently there's a kitten season and now is not it, and I am the king of terrible timing. If I had kittens right now I would write a story about them, while they climbed on me. I would read it to them, they would be my editors, they would let me know if it was terrible. I trust them, the raw sensibilities of young felines are distinct and sharply attuned. Someday will be kitten day, and that will be a gracious day.
Hey whatever happe...