Okay, now that I've got that out of my system....
Most of you should know that I have a cat.
Her name is Ryou-Ohki and she's a total and utter pain in my ass. And yes: that is a fang she has there.This is practically the only good photo I've gotten of her, actually. For some odd reason she posed in the sun for me for 15 good minutes, and I took a shit ton of photos of her whilst she did so. Yeah, she moved a little. But then she's stop and say "this is my good side, go for it".
She was oddly patient.
I tried it again the next day...and she did her normal "I wanna help you, mom!" and leapt all over the camera. So I gave up and called this a fluke.
Isn't she pretty?So I wanted a second cat ages ago...But I've done the whole sneak other cats into the basement thing before. And I always ended up finding them another home. With two kittens I took them in KNOWING they'd be going somewhere else (fyi I lived in my gramma's basement before WOU)
and thank goodness they did: They NEVER stopped crying. Even when they ate they cried. It sounded garbled, but they still did it. And they slept standing up.
They drove me nuts.So I decided to wait until I was stable, and had my own place etc.
It suddenly occurred to me, the other day, when I saw a listing for three kittens that I am finally stable.
Took me like, what, 4 months for that to get across?
So I immediately emailed about the kittens. No having to ask mum, no having to ask friends for advice: I wanted this. And I was gonna do it.
Well, I did talk to Miki. After I got the kitten photos (there were only 2 by then). I prolly shoulda been direct. Like..."I saw some free kittens. Can I get one?"
But instead I sidled up to it like this..."So...would you totally think I was crazy if I said I was thinking about a kitten?"
There are so many idioms in that sentence, it's not even funny. Poor Miki!
So it took a couple of tries, and then she just kinda eyed me and said in a tone of voice that brooked absolutely no arguments "You're getting the kitten."
Whoo! Um, you wanna see the photo first? 0.o
So that was cool. It took a bit to match up how to get to the lady's place and when but I gots a kitten!
So these are the photos I got by email from the lady. I REALLY wanted the black and white one, but she thought it was a boy, and when I finally made it to her house Monday afternoon I reached the same conclusion.
Shame.
Ryou has been in heat like clockwork every other week since Christmas. We've hit #6 I think. But I'd rather deal with a girl cat that will be going into heat too in another year or so, than a little boy. Sides: Ryou might beat a little boy up.
So I gots the stripey one. I named her Marin :D (Mar-een)
It's Japanese I think. Miki says it's a pretty stuffy and uncommon name. But for those who can't say it can call her Mari, or Maureen :)
She's driving me crazy, btw. She LOVES to sleep on me, around me. And when she's not sleeping, she's climbing all over me to eat my hair, play with my sweatshirt ties, claw up my pants, claw my face.
I sit down only so that I don't have to deal with her climbing up all 6 feet of me.
I'm going to go on a tangent here for a moment and link this article I just read from my hometown newspaper.
http://www.chinookobserver.com/main.asp?SectionID=11&SubSectionID=25&ArticleID=33681
I am not very happy, actually. This article makes me very upset. And I'll tell you why.
When I was 8, I decided that I had to have the flags that the local reality office put out for 4th of July. Every year they'd patrol the entire peninsula and put handheld flags (and when I was little they were nice sized. Now they are pocket) every 20-50 feet. And I mean this literally. The entire PENINSULA is coated with these things. I shudder to think how much this costs.
But, every year I would never get one because some enterprising individual would pluck them all from various streets and lawns before 12 even. The Realty people put them out at 5 a.m. give or take. This was a travesty to me.
So one year, I had my mum walk me to the corner so I could grab as many as possible, and I had some old men stop me. They were sitting on the corner in their lawn chairs (I lived out in the middle of nowhere, btw. On a highway, but still pretty rural. So this was odd.) enjoying the flags int he wind.
They stopped me and said "Hunny, I know you want to covet them, but leave them for other people to enjoy too, yeah? How bout you only take one or two?"
So I did, and went home feeling quite chastised. When I spotted a boy from down the road that I recognized carting 50 some odd of them on his bicycle I chased him down and tried to beat him up, so the lesson stuck.
And I stole flags from him to put back in the lawn of the Old Men.
So when I read about a family, enterprising no doubt, scouring the beach for every single cool float they can possibly find, I get extremely pissed off. I've lived there for 18 years, I don't have a float. My mum has lived there for upwards of 40, and she's found one. Out on the bay she and her boyfriend found one, and it's kind of small.
It's not fair at all that they did this. Yes, I know they were excited, but can't other people enjoy the beauty of these things too? I'm thinking about writing a letter to the editor...can you make those anonymous? 0.o
So back to the kitten: Ryou despises her.
Well, she did. They are getting along better. But I hear spitting and other varieties of unfriendly sounds quite often. Mostly they are from the kitten. It doesn't help that Ryou is definitely in heat right now, so she's not acting like herself at all. Won't play with me, won't snuggle, cries.
Yeah, I can't wait for it to be over.
So I cleaned my cupboard last night. For the first time since Christmas, actually. It looks rather...artistic in the photo. But the truth of it is I was having things leap out at me everytime I opened the door.
The top one is mine. Obviously. I've always thought it was kinda tacky to use the flimsy boxes like hot chocolate boxes for storage (and kleenex) and I much prefer REAL boxes or storage containers. But Miki's so neat and tidy and they really help so I can't complain.
Obviously she helped me with my shelf:
Is there a difference, Or what?
The biggest one is that I managed to shove all the candy canes into a box (the blue one with the flash highlighting it) so now when I rummage at 3 in the morning they don't dive bomb me as soon as I open the cupboard door....
So I got rid of some empty boxes from the cupboard. I.E. I tossed them on the floor.
Hey! What are YOU doing in there?
The kitten isn't really picky about what she plays with, actually.
Toes, Pants hems, buckles on backpacks, lace socks (Miki's), door jams, boxes, freezer bags, leashes, blankets, my skin....chairs, shelves, Ryou's tail (to her consternation), clothing on the floor, gnawing on the edges of text books...
Ryou's more...discerning. She has toys. And she plays with them either with me or without me (she even hauls them up and down the stairs) when she's not in heat. Her entire personality changes when she's all hormoned up. It's like someone on Amortentia who just can't control their actions...it's rather painful to watch, actually.
But the kitten? She doesn't give a damn. I actually hope that Marin keeps that characteristic. It'd be fun to have a cat that will actually play with janglies. Ryou only likes things to be tossed and chased after. Although she'd prolly half-heartedly bat at a feather type toy if I bought her one. Marin would go apeshit if I did! :D
I actually got a good photo out of the box fiasco last night, though:
Isn't she just so adorable? You have no idea how hard it was to get her to look up. And then she took off so that's the only photo I got.
Well, that's it for now!
Miki's doing all right, and NO, She is not pregnant. Although her tummy is bothering her again, we're taking it easy and watching the diet.
Regards from Purgatory,
Monica
P.S. A super cool friend sent me a bunch of chocolates and things for Easter and Mum wanted to see a photo of a particular set:
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