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20 September 2005 @ 12:14 am
Dr. Livingston, you may presume.  
So, uh, hi? I'm back, and I finally have a place to live which has more than cardboard boxes on the floor as furniture, and I even have a bed. Plus, now I have internet, so now I really live somewhere is kind of how I feel. (Sad, is it not, that it takes me having internet to really feel at home? Ahh, the addiction. She makes you quake and shake and sweat and...hang out in the library a lot.)

Anyway, since I've been gone for a whole bloody month, I expect you people to hook me up with things you think I'll enjoy. Funny posts! Good stories! Naked pictures of Ioan Gruffudd holding my picture up and licking his lips! *cough* I mean, what? Did I type that?

And, just so you don't think I've gotten any less insane in the interim -- which I assure is not the case whatsoever, because, y'all, I signed a lease like a grown up and am now FREAKING ASSIDUOUSLY OUT about that at every turn -- I give you a story of my insanity and my quest to get a cat to share my days and tuna fish sandwhiches:

So, about two houses down from me, there's this house that's covered in
rust stains, has an over grown lawn, a verandah (though I suppose they're
called porches up here, but honestly I care not - verandahs they shall
always be in my Southern fried little mind) covered in boxes, dirty wicker
chairs, natty little blankets, cans and newspapers. Old Christmas lights
dangle from the roof, and there are a variety of stickers on the door.
Things that say "I BRAKE FOR WHALES" and "PETS INSIDE, BE AWARE" and all
like that. There's yellowing bread scattered in the driveway beside it,
for the birds I think, and little dishes with food in them hidden within
the over grown grass. Most people would stay away from this house. Most
people would be right to do so.

The thing is. There are also adorable kittens kind of swarming through the
yard on a regular basis.

That's basically the only rationale I can offer for why I struck up
conversation with the scraggly haired woman in lime green hotpants who
lives there. I was crooning over a tiny tabby when she said, "Hey, you
want one?" I, thinking she was just joking, said, "Oh, please, can I?" and
she said, "Yeah, sure! I'll hold you to that."

Thus began the odyssey of Me and the Crazy Cat Lady with whom I've become
entangled. Deeply entangled.

She -- wants to be my friend? And I still don't have a kitten to show for
it, which is maybe for the best but I think I'm probably getting one on
Thursday. She's -- they're kind of out door kittens. And they're ten
weeks old, so she's getting a friend of hers who works with the pound to
come and catch all of the kittens and then I can come down and have my
pick before the rest of the litter goes to the pound. The thing about
this is: 1) will they be covered in fleas? 2) Do they have rabies? 3) Am I
going to have to teach it to use the litter box? 4) Will it hate me?

Who knows? *I* sure don't.

And I can't seem to get out of this. She -- I intimated that I
didn't want one anymore, and she said to me, "Now see here, young lady.
You entered into a commitment with me, and I plan to hold you to it."


It's pretty scary, particularly because in a moment of extreme stupidity I
gave her my cell phone number. WHAT DO I DO OH GOD SHE IS INSANE.


Anyway. I'm hoping I get the adorable dainty one who followed me all the
home last night with it's little white nose, and paws, and vest. It
stepped in a puddle and was like, "What the Christ is this? It's *wet* and
it's *dirty* and I'm expected to *deal* with it?"

So, essentially, I feel he's the cat for me. I want to name it something
Austen-esque. Like...Willoughby, though he's a bit of a dick, and the only
other thing I can think of is Knightley but that's just too weird for a
cat name.

Decisions, decisions.
Current Mood: excitedexcited
Jonathan Toews does not want a sandwich.: Satchelsvmadelyn on September 20th, 2005 04:14 am (UTC)
*would like to go on record as voting for Knightley*

Or Sheppard.
Hheuradys on September 20th, 2005 04:21 am (UTC)
I thought about you today. There was a live interview with this guy (the one from Northfield) on the radio today, with a heck of a lot more description than this news article. He was really rather calm about the whole thing.

And yay for the kitty-for-you! Sounds like destiny.
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on September 20th, 2005 04:21 am (UTC)
No no, I like Knightley as well! I mean, *you're* talking about weird cat names?? This should be your forte!
revelininsanityrevelininsanity on September 20th, 2005 04:26 am (UTC)
Sorry to pontificate, but I have a thing for animals, and a concern for the situation you've described. My apologies in advance if this offends.

Word to the wise, any cat from a cat person's house of the magnitude to which you're describing should be thoroughly inspected by a vet and quarantined from all other animals until such a time as it has been given a clean bill of health.

A cat should have an instinct about using a litter box. My parent's cat, after having lived on the streets for more than a few months, knew about litter boxes, to the point whre she taught her kittens. They're cool that way. Just take any accidents in stride is how I deal with my cat, and she hasn't had an accident since her first one.

Yes, the kitten sounds like it will have fleas. Flea dip! And Advantage, if you have it!

And enjoy it. Just make sure, until you have word from a vet certifying to it's general good health, that you wash your hands after petting it.

Also, yeah, the provider of kittens sounds a little odd. Take the kitten if it feels right, but don't let her give you anymore.
Dira Sudisdsudis on September 20th, 2005 04:37 am (UTC)
Knightley would be cool - or there's Darcy, of course, or Bingley or Fitzwilliam or Wickham (though again with the dickishness). Good luck with the cat lady!
Meretmeret on September 20th, 2005 07:16 am (UTC)
Welcome back! :)
suzycatsuzycat on September 20th, 2005 07:26 am (UTC)
I like Knightley. You can call him Nigh for short.

The kitten in question may have health problems so you'd want to have it checked, and yes it will have fleas, but... kitten!
r1cepudding on September 20th, 2005 07:33 am (UTC)
Hahaha. That *is* the cat for you. Call it Bingley or Darcy. You know it makes sense :D

I made you an icon while you were gone! But I think you know about that. So I will just say YAYE O YAYE NIFRA IS RETURNED BRING THE FATTED CALF!
millysdaughtermillysdaughter on September 20th, 2005 01:14 pm (UTC)
Knightley is a perfectly good name for the cat.
when she smiles it's like a revelation: She Thinks I'm Cute!fox1013 on September 20th, 2005 01:29 pm (UTC)
You're BACK!

*is delighted*

...Um, that is all.
.hackthis on September 20th, 2005 04:28 pm (UTC)
Whatever, obviously you must name the cat Darcy. Fitzwilliam is too long.
too many shiny glitterlifeinwords on September 21st, 2005 02:46 am (UTC)
You're back, hurrah!

Of course, I am never here as I am IN GRAD SCHOOL OMG, which is totally my excuse for everything these days. But still, yay you!
phoiniks on September 21st, 2005 06:12 am (UTC)
Hey, welcome back :)
cmshaw: It was the black kitten's fault entirelycmshaw on September 21st, 2005 05:09 pm (UTC)
1) will they be covered in fleas?

yes, quite probably, but that sort of thing goes away pretty quickly with treatment.

2) Do they have rabies?

absolutely first thing you must take this kitten to a vet for health inspection and the beginning rounds of vaccinations. yeah, it's expensive, but really you'd have to do it no matter where the kitten's from. at any rate, rabies is highly unlikely.

3) Am I going to have to teach it to use the litter box?

it shouldn't have any more problems than indoor kittens; just keep picking the kitten up and setting in the box so it remembers. kittens like to dig -- it'll catch on fast!

4) Will it hate me?

of course not!