She's sooooo needy. Torties look like baby monkeys when they’re kittens; only later do they come into their lush beautiful colors. This monkey gazed up at me and John so trustingly; we were both hopelessly smitten.
Back in the 00's when I was a grad student at SIUC, I lived in a trailer, in a trailer park, that was getting over run by feral cats. So on my own dime I started a TNR (Trap Neuter Return) program. My regular vet was willing to work with feral cats. So when I left, the population was entirely controlled, the cats still there were all fat and lazy. But one in particular attached itself to my friend Toni. So when I was out trying to get an academic job, Toni moved -- twice -- taking this tuxedo male with her. When I returned to So. IL, I landed in (an actual travel) trailer in her back yard. The tuxedo -- B&W, or just "Keekee" -- is still here. He's raggedy as hell, but still kickin', 16 y.o.
YOU SEE? There's that marshmallow heart you hide beneath a flinty exterior! You can't hide these things, Gares. Also, in terms of cats? You had me at "fat and lazy."
This is fantastic; as much as the FB story of Olive's choked me up, this one did the job far better.
Kitty story:
I was staying at a girlfriend's place near Boston - she is also a cat person - and one morning, I woke up early, got some go-go juice, and lounged on the couch to read my book. About 5 minutes into this activity, I hear a tiny voice saying, "Hellooo?", not just once but over again, with just enough pauses between repetitions to frighten the living daylights out of shoe-less, underwear-less me. The really weird thing was I couldn't pinpoint the source of teh voice. My conclusion: my girlfriend's house is haunted by a three-year-old. (very logical thinking at 6AM when you're under-caffeinated)
I finally got the guts to start looking around, and I spied Luna, the pewter-and-white beast who ruled the house. She also spotted me, and - no, I'm not making this up - pinned me with big yellow eyes, and said, "Hellooo?"
At that moment I realized why people in the 1600's thought cats were witches' familiars.
That cat was CLEARLY telling you to feed it or else. I'm surprised you lived to tell the tale ;-) And you do tell a great one. Question: what book were you reading? A girl's gotta know these things.
Back in the 00's when I was a grad student at SIUC, I lived in a trailer, in a trailer park, that was getting over run by feral cats. So on my own dime I started a TNR (Trap Neuter Return) program. My regular vet was willing to work with feral cats. So when I left, the population was entirely controlled, the cats still there were all fat and lazy. But one in particular attached itself to my friend Toni. So when I was out trying to get an academic job, Toni moved -- twice -- taking this tuxedo male with her. When I returned to So. IL, I landed in (an actual travel) trailer in her back yard. The tuxedo -- B&W, or just "Keekee" -- is still here. He's raggedy as hell, but still kickin', 16 y.o.
YOU SEE? There's that marshmallow heart you hide beneath a flinty exterior! You can't hide these things, Gares. Also, in terms of cats? You had me at "fat and lazy."
You had me at "fat and lazy."
If only that worked on dating sites ...
I love this story so much! Olive is one lucky kitty-cat.
She's a spoiled rotten little ingrate, but GAH, I love her so. I'm so disappointed with myself ....
This is fantastic; as much as the FB story of Olive's choked me up, this one did the job far better.
Kitty story:
I was staying at a girlfriend's place near Boston - she is also a cat person - and one morning, I woke up early, got some go-go juice, and lounged on the couch to read my book. About 5 minutes into this activity, I hear a tiny voice saying, "Hellooo?", not just once but over again, with just enough pauses between repetitions to frighten the living daylights out of shoe-less, underwear-less me. The really weird thing was I couldn't pinpoint the source of teh voice. My conclusion: my girlfriend's house is haunted by a three-year-old. (very logical thinking at 6AM when you're under-caffeinated)
I finally got the guts to start looking around, and I spied Luna, the pewter-and-white beast who ruled the house. She also spotted me, and - no, I'm not making this up - pinned me with big yellow eyes, and said, "Hellooo?"
At that moment I realized why people in the 1600's thought cats were witches' familiars.
That cat was CLEARLY telling you to feed it or else. I'm surprised you lived to tell the tale ;-) And you do tell a great one. Question: what book were you reading? A girl's gotta know these things.
I think I was reading "The Big Oyster" by Mark Kurlansky... essentially the history of New York City thru the lens of the oyster fishery.
That sounds like a GOOD book.