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That Darn Cat

Well, the people have spoken and the kitten's name is Milica [However this may be subject to some change as the kitten's genitalia are somewhat ambigious and we are harbouring the suspicion that she is in fact a boy].

The kitten is adorable and has settled in without major trauma [unless we count the considerable trauma sustained by all the houseplants]. I love the kitten so much that I want to resign my job and move in with Z just so that I can play with her full-time.

The kitten is a deeply sociable creature and enjoys being with people [and particularly jumping all over them in the middle of the night] and the row of little sharp toothmarks in our arms attest to just how much of an impact she has had in our lives.

It's Day 3 in Small Barnet House and here is the story so far:

Kittenish Achievements:

*She has made the airbed history
*Kept Z and I up half the night with pouncing antics and demolition of bedding
*Has made terrific progress towards sendign Z's sheets towards the Big Laundrybasket In the Sky.
*Redocerated the bathroom with granules of cat litter, but used the litterbox with no accidents.
*Killed a spider.
*Asssissted me with issues of personal grooming by chewing my hair and licking my arms.
*Claimed Z's computer chair for her own.
*Helped us with household tasks by licking clean the ice cream bowls.
*Swatted Z across the face when he snored [this and the destruction of the gold sheets suggests that the kitten and I are part of a supportive telepathic sisterhood]

Last Night
*In one of the lulls all three of us asleep. Z and I are lying on our sides, precariously balanced on a deflating mattress, holding hands [not just a sign of romance, but also self-protective necessity due to kitten's fetish like attachment to chewable human fingers]. The kitten is stretched out in the space between us, her back pressed to my chest, her legs stretched out so that her paws are touching Z's stomach.

* I opened the freezer to take out the icecream and shut the freezer door behind me without looking. Later I opened the freezer door to return the ice cream and lo and beheld the kitten sitting on the freezer shelf looking somewhat sad and confused.

Just now
*Lying curled up in my lap and occasionally helping me type the entry by walking across the keyboard.

jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjji[j48pl46 <----------------Milica says hi

Z and Milica contemplating the problem of World Poverty

Watching Live 8





Jul. 3rd, 2005 03:12 pm (UTC)
Your vermin problem
It's cute when a kitten does it. And yet, if you had rats that woke you up in the middle of the night doing exactly the same things, you'd have them killed. It's just another form of racism.
Jul. 3rd, 2005 06:47 pm (UTC)
Re: Your vermin problem
I woke up once to two rats in my bed. They had escaped their cage and came to socialize.
Jul. 4th, 2005 07:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Your vermin problem
This is true.
Some vermin are more equal than others.
People feed squirrels but shoot rats.
The moral of all this is that it pays to have a fluffy tail.


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