So last friday (not this past friday, the one before) I got off the train a stop early while headed back to my fella's place, because I had to get cat food. Well, wouldn't you know it, there was a little kitten, about 4 months old, a half block away from the train. She was enthusiastically pouncing around a tree, and some guy was taking a picture of her with his cell phone. My first thought was, "Why is he letting his kitten play in the dirt?" And then I thought, "Oh, maybe she's a store cat..." So I look up, and it's a money sending place. Also, hold on... she's four months old! So after watching him unsuccessfully try to pet her, I bend down and whistle and make kissy noises, and she comes right over. Soft as feathers, a little gray and black striped tabby with white front paws, a white belly, and mostly white hind legs. And the most endearing trait... a little white stripe down her nose! Well, I started getting all ragey inside. I mean, it could have been an accident (although now I'm sure it's not, I see no lost cat signs in the neighborhood or ads on CL either) but I immediately thought then, as I do now, that since it was two days after Christmas that she was someone's unwanted Christmas present. Some low life piece of shit must have dumped her on the street. People who do things like that need to be educated, and if the educating doesn't work, they need to be dumped somewhere, to see how they like it.
So I headed to the store, got some food, and came back. I panicked when I saw her practically playing in traffic- this was no feral kitten. She had no street smarts whatsoever. I dumped a can out on a napkin, and she ran over and demolished it with gusto. I finally texted my fella- "I found a kitten :-(" We decided I should take her home, and after some effort, I recaptured her, scooped her up, and held her against my chest while hauling a Target bag and another bag of cat food. No easy feat, but I did it. As you can imagine, Lulu, our 3 year old cat, was confused. We were both shook up, me and my fella. Poor Lulu, she tried to be friendly to the kitten, and the kitten hissed at her. (We eventually named the kitten Groucho.) The tables have turned though, and now Groucho is trying desperately to make friends with Lulu, and Lulu is just tolerating her. But barely... there's a lot of swiping and hissing going on. I've offered Groucho to a friend of mine, as I don't see the two cats being overly friendly any time soon, but now my fella is attached and says we should keep her. ARGH! As much as I adore the little purr monster, and I love the way she snuggles against my chest and falls asleep, I really really think it's ultimately up to Lulu. I don't want her to be uncomfortable in her own home.
I haven't painted in a long time now, although I've completed three since August. I don't think I've mentioned that here. (I really want to make an effort to write here at least once a week now, because I think it will help me articulate my thoughts better. Isn't that what it's for?) It seems that once the cold weather kicks in, I just want to knit my fingers off. All desire to paint goes out the window until it gets hot. I'm looking forward to getting them photographed though, so I can sell them as prints online. People are interested in buying the originals as well, which is totally awesome. Ideally, what I want for my future is to make a decent amount of money selling things online, including knit things, so that I can put myself through nail school. Yeah, that's right- I want to be a nail art technician :-)
Ok, I've got to go do something about my rent money, or lack thereof now. Hopefully something will turn up today. Fingers crossed!
So I headed to the store, got some food, and came back. I panicked when I saw her practically playing in traffic- this was no feral kitten. She had no street smarts whatsoever. I dumped a can out on a napkin, and she ran over and demolished it with gusto. I finally texted my fella- "I found a kitten :-(" We decided I should take her home, and after some effort, I recaptured her, scooped her up, and held her against my chest while hauling a Target bag and another bag of cat food. No easy feat, but I did it. As you can imagine, Lulu, our 3 year old cat, was confused. We were both shook up, me and my fella. Poor Lulu, she tried to be friendly to the kitten, and the kitten hissed at her. (We eventually named the kitten Groucho.) The tables have turned though, and now Groucho is trying desperately to make friends with Lulu, and Lulu is just tolerating her. But barely... there's a lot of swiping and hissing going on. I've offered Groucho to a friend of mine, as I don't see the two cats being overly friendly any time soon, but now my fella is attached and says we should keep her. ARGH! As much as I adore the little purr monster, and I love the way she snuggles against my chest and falls asleep, I really really think it's ultimately up to Lulu. I don't want her to be uncomfortable in her own home.
I haven't painted in a long time now, although I've completed three since August. I don't think I've mentioned that here. (I really want to make an effort to write here at least once a week now, because I think it will help me articulate my thoughts better. Isn't that what it's for?) It seems that once the cold weather kicks in, I just want to knit my fingers off. All desire to paint goes out the window until it gets hot. I'm looking forward to getting them photographed though, so I can sell them as prints online. People are interested in buying the originals as well, which is totally awesome. Ideally, what I want for my future is to make a decent amount of money selling things online, including knit things, so that I can put myself through nail school. Yeah, that's right- I want to be a nail art technician :-)
Ok, I've got to go do something about my rent money, or lack thereof now. Hopefully something will turn up today. Fingers crossed!
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