Saturday, August 16, 2008

Completely unrelated to anything about the stage whatsoever

I talk a lot about how much I loathe my cats.

I am fundamentally a dog person. I was raised with dogs until I was a teenager. We had one outdoor gypsy cat for a while in the country affectionately dubbed Miss Kitty, but she was more dog like than anything, meeting the car at the end of the driveway and escorting us in--so she doesn't count really. I digress...

Cats, especially the indoor variety (which I feel is the only responsible way to own a cat in the city) are obnoxious and gross. Litter boxes are foul beyond belief, and the cats themselves tend to be annoying in their mere existence. They have their own ideas about when and how you should pay attention to them. Mine are particularly rude about meal time. Like I have EVER failed to feed them.

But, cats are much easier to deal with as an apartment dweller that is rarely home. And I love animals so much that life without any would be somewhat empty for me. So I put up with the cats that I didn't particularly want in the first place, and sometimes, their annoying idiosyncrasies are enough to make me stop what I am doing and love on them with all the warmth I actually feel toward them deep down. (Like baking, I cannot let everyone know I enjoy it: that is showing a weakness...oh, wait, I just...DAMN! Well NOW you know!)

So the past few days The Black One has suddenly become social again (she has been a Kitty Teenager for the past few years, really: moody, antisocial, unpredictable, and hungry) and THIS is what I see everytime i sit down at my computer to work:



I can't even handle the cuteness that is this cat! I can't even handle the fact that I just wrote that sentence! She was quite the affectionate lover kitty when we brought her home, and its kinda nice to have her back in this form...even if she does keep rubbing up against my screen and covering my keyboard with her filthy dander fur...Blch.

In other cuteness:



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and



and



and she is only "free"



Heaven help me, but I'm pretty sure she's gonna take after her Mother...



Just a hunch.

3 comments:

KarenD said...

Did she just turn three? Only three?? You know how we all said she looked like her daddy as a baby... I definitely see her mama in her now!

Gorgeous. Just gorgeous.

I wonder if Ian would go for older women?

robkroese said...

So cute.

Don't worry, I'll post some pics of Mr. Bleach and the Diesel Wellness Center soon. :)

Anonymous said...

I thought I'd check your blog out since you and I both thought the pepsi one comment was so funny! Okay, your 3 year old and mine would just have so much fun together!