Congratulations on the new addition to your family.
Cats have some kind of power. My dad was a dog person for most of his life, or he thought he was. My parents are now on cats #3 and 4 and this self-proclaimed “dog person” will put away his laptop in an instant if one of them hops up on the couch wanting to take a nap on him. He was up at 5:00am this past week frantically tearing apart the living room bookshelves because the little one had fallen down behind one and gotten trapped. They’ve got him wrapped around their little paws.
Bill and I had steak tonight. Or at least, we had PLANNED on having steak (and green beans and mac’n’cheese), and maybe feeding a bite or two to the Siamese cat. Sassy pounced on Sapphire’s steak and growled. So we ended up feeding some steak to Sapphire, some to Sassy, and some to ourselves. Also, Sassy likes mac’n’cheese, and will climb onto the table to get it if we aren’t quick enough to feed it to her. We have to teach her better manners. We didn’t offer her green beans. For dessert, Bill and I had some Fritos and bean dip. Sassy likes Fritos, though she finds them impossible to handle unless we break them up for her. She’s VERY interested in trying out bean dip, but that’s where we draw the line. She’s already got horrible gas, and we don’t want to even think about what she could produce if she ate beans.
She looks almost exactly like this, except that her fur is a bit shorter, and she doesn’t wear a cap. I haven’t been able to nag Bill into taking pics and putting them on his puter. I can’t take pics to save my life.
Bill and I are in the process of buying a house, which entails cleaning and packing most of our belongings other than the bare minimum needed to move. So no, I haven’t been bugging him about taking pictures of the kitten. I do want pics, just so that I can look back and marvel at how tiny it once was.
We’re probably keeping it. I say “it” because it has a couple of small fuzzy bumps at the rear end, which I suspect will turn out to be testicles and scrotum. Bill insists that it’s a girl.
Girl or boy or something in between, it’s currently curled up behind my butt, preventing me from leaning back.
Cat pics are easy, just get down so the camera is at the same level as the cat. Those pictures where you’re standing and the cat is looking up at you almost never work. Lie down on the floor if you have to.
I cannot take ANY pictures, of anything, no matter what kind of camera I use. I used to ruin quite a bit of film trying to learn how to take pictures. And if I get down on the floor, I’m gonna stay down for a while. I have impaired mobility from arthritis. I can walk (and I do walk about 45 minutes a day), but my flexibility is limited.
Apparently, the so-called adults in that family didn’t expect to come home to find the kitten still around.
See, the grandfather of the man in question says that they just mentioned that they were leaving the kitten outside, without food, water, or other attention. Nobody was asked to look after the kitty. So I rather doubt that we’re going to volunteer that we’ve taken it in. I feel bad about the kids, but I’m sure that the kitten would disappear from that family sooner or later. At least with Bill and me, it will have a reasonable chance of living a long happy life.
Well, as I said, I’m glad Sassy found you guys. Now I can say that I’m even more glad he/she can stay with you guys. I would have hated for everyone to get their hopes up that Sassy would be in for the sweet life, only to have those assholes come back for him/her.
You really need to let us know if Sassy is a Sassy girl or a Sassy boy.
I had to read the first two sentances twice to make sure it wasn’t a form of kitty sling-shot to get her to Brooklyn. I’m glad to see she’ll be perfectly safe and not travelling by rr-RRAAAAYyyrrrr-road.
Apparently, the kitty’s name is Chaos. It came to me as I was driving, in the manner of kitty names everywhere. I’m still not sure of the sex of the kitty, but Chaos works for both. Please don’t make fun of my very first attempt at taking pictures and putting them online: Chaos.
We have absolutely NO frigging idea what its genetic makeup is. We’re not even sure how old it is. It’s just a tiny blue kitty, with yellow green eyes. However, it does talk a bit, and it certainly feels entitled to any of our dinner that strikes its fancy.