Firstly, I'm betting most of you are looking for an update on the kitten. And you're gonna get it.
It only took a few days for him to warm up to us. By Wednesday (we found him Monday, remember) I had him licking tuna off my finger. By Saturday we were leaving the toilet door open, and Calico was peeking around the end of the door to watch him play with the shoestring. And then he was charging at her, and she'd run off. And now, for the last several days, the two of them play and wrestle and chase like you wouldn't believe. And Biscuit just sits in his corner watching, hoping that little white brat goes away soon. Although he is coping better than he was; yesterday he actually came out to the lounge room while we were eating our chicken wings to beg for some, even with the kitten in the room.
Oh, and by the way, we've been calling him Ace. As in a playing card. Because of the mark on the top of his head, see?
He is a VERY outspoken animal. He hates being locked in the toilet now, because it's so much more interesting to be out in the rest of the house playing with Calico, begging for our food, chewing on my shoelaces, eating the other cats' food, etc.
And the pork chop episode: Saturday night I cooked some pork chops. I sat down on the couch with my plate and a pork chop, and the next thing I know, there's a kitten hanging off the other side of my plate with his paw in the middle of the chop. Yeah, I wasn't happy about that. He went back in the toilet for a while after that.
Ah, but the thing you're REALLY wanting to know is, are we keeping him? No. No. A thousand times no! He's too much. We already have two cats, and in this small house, that's plenty, thank you very much. Darrin managed to find yet another willing party at work who wants a kitten. So Ace is going to school with Darrin on Friday and going home to live with Heather and her fifteen-year-old daughter. And two big dogs. He'll have them all whipped by the end of the weekend.
Now the second thing. Saturday is the ten year anniversary of the first ever #Bannermeet on IRC. It's also the ten year anniversary of Darrin & me meeting online...and it's all been downhill from there.
It only took a few days for him to warm up to us. By Wednesday (we found him Monday, remember) I had him licking tuna off my finger. By Saturday we were leaving the toilet door open, and Calico was peeking around the end of the door to watch him play with the shoestring. And then he was charging at her, and she'd run off. And now, for the last several days, the two of them play and wrestle and chase like you wouldn't believe. And Biscuit just sits in his corner watching, hoping that little white brat goes away soon. Although he is coping better than he was; yesterday he actually came out to the lounge room while we were eating our chicken wings to beg for some, even with the kitten in the room.
Oh, and by the way, we've been calling him Ace. As in a playing card. Because of the mark on the top of his head, see?
He is a VERY outspoken animal. He hates being locked in the toilet now, because it's so much more interesting to be out in the rest of the house playing with Calico, begging for our food, chewing on my shoelaces, eating the other cats' food, etc.
And the pork chop episode: Saturday night I cooked some pork chops. I sat down on the couch with my plate and a pork chop, and the next thing I know, there's a kitten hanging off the other side of my plate with his paw in the middle of the chop. Yeah, I wasn't happy about that. He went back in the toilet for a while after that.
Ah, but the thing you're REALLY wanting to know is, are we keeping him? No. No. A thousand times no! He's too much. We already have two cats, and in this small house, that's plenty, thank you very much. Darrin managed to find yet another willing party at work who wants a kitten. So Ace is going to school with Darrin on Friday and going home to live with Heather and her fifteen-year-old daughter. And two big dogs. He'll have them all whipped by the end of the weekend.
Now the second thing. Saturday is the ten year anniversary of the first ever #Bannermeet on IRC. It's also the ten year anniversary of Darrin & me meeting online...and it's all been downhill from there.
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