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Can't help it...luvs teh kittehs.
July 26th, 2007 09:33 pmDecaf hasn't been back since I tried to trim his matts. I suppose if I went to sleep at a friend's house and woke up with bald patches I might not visit again for awhile either, but I still miss him.
Nancy brought in four more kittens to work today. One of 'em went home with a coworker, and another really ought to have come home with me, if life was fair and all was right with the world. She's an adorable calico (I never care about color much one way or t'other) with funky wiry-curly hair, with the personality of my dream cat - independent and quiet when on her own, and a total mellow cuddle bug when on my lap. She slept on my lap through the whole department meeting (an hour plus), in various disgustingly cute poses. The best was stretched on her back with both fore and hind legs crossed at the ankles, letting me rub her tummy. I cannot emphasize this enough: CUTE WIRY KITTEH TUMMY. What does one find there? Cute little kitteh nipples! For some reason kitteh nipples (bunny ones too, for that matter) make me giggle. Like tail-nubbins on manx cats.
I'm afraid we bonded, kitten and I.
Leanne (who is very good with teh kittehs) asked to hold her, and she squirmed like mad. Leanne murmurs "Oh, you wants your mama!" and thrusts her back at me. She clams down. I take kitty to the atrium and sit down near the other kittens, calico on my lap. When her little kitty friends* started to creep up, she hissed at them with all her kitten fury. Yus. I am claimed.
And I can't take her home.
Leanne suggested stapling the curtains to the walls, since the biggest problem with hiding a cat is their love of window-sills. Leanne is a bad person.
Kittens will lead me to a life of crime.
*I kept calling them that, and in my head Lister was saying "Where are all your little kitty friends, cat? Are they gone, are they dead, have they left ye?"
Nancy brought in four more kittens to work today. One of 'em went home with a coworker, and another really ought to have come home with me, if life was fair and all was right with the world. She's an adorable calico (I never care about color much one way or t'other) with funky wiry-curly hair, with the personality of my dream cat - independent and quiet when on her own, and a total mellow cuddle bug when on my lap. She slept on my lap through the whole department meeting (an hour plus), in various disgustingly cute poses. The best was stretched on her back with both fore and hind legs crossed at the ankles, letting me rub her tummy. I cannot emphasize this enough: CUTE WIRY KITTEH TUMMY. What does one find there? Cute little kitteh nipples! For some reason kitteh nipples (bunny ones too, for that matter) make me giggle. Like tail-nubbins on manx cats.
I'm afraid we bonded, kitten and I.
Leanne (who is very good with teh kittehs) asked to hold her, and she squirmed like mad. Leanne murmurs "Oh, you wants your mama!" and thrusts her back at me. She clams down. I take kitty to the atrium and sit down near the other kittens, calico on my lap. When her little kitty friends* started to creep up, she hissed at them with all her kitten fury. Yus. I am claimed.
And I can't take her home.
Leanne suggested stapling the curtains to the walls, since the biggest problem with hiding a cat is their love of window-sills. Leanne is a bad person.
Kittens will lead me to a life of crime.
*I kept calling them that, and in my head Lister was saying "Where are all your little kitty friends, cat? Are they gone, are they dead, have they left ye?"
