Narcissus
Oh, hell no, I didn’t name the kitten Narcissus. We’re still weighing options. And of course he’s tracking the arrow, not looking at himself.
But if I can’t use my new baby to score cheap posts on busy days, what IS the point?
September 25, 2013 — 9:12 pm
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Himself
Big and in color. Go on. You know you want it.
As I suspected from the slightly evasive emails, the big chunky dark ginger boy in the pictures was spoken for. May I present — that cat’s little brother.
This is a seriously tiny kitten. When I said “no way!” to age ten weeks, the woman copped to eight. Yeah, I dunno. He’s as small as Damien was at six weeks, and Damien was a shrimp. Well, we’ll stuff him full of calcium and protein and let him keep his balls as long as practical and see if we can’t big him up a bit.
Anyway, he’s a beautiful, charming little booger. He purred all the way home (almost a two hour trip), got out of his carry box, trotted to the john and had hisself a proper pee and poop (good GOD kitten shit is pungent), followed it with a big meal and now he’s tapped out on Uncle B’s chest, sparko.
I kind of painted myself into a corner here. I told Uncle B if he didn’t come up with a name, I was going to call the cat Jesus Christ Monkey Balls. That was two weeks ago. And. Well. No, it hasn’t stuck, but the poor little bastard is in peril of it sticking.
So here’s what we’re considering so far (audio).
September 24, 2013 — 9:23 pm
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Baby maybe
Good lord — who knew it would be this hard to find a ginger tom? I’ve been kitten shopping daily for two weeks now with nothing to show for it.
I can find plenty of pedigree cats — especially bengals and birmans — for hundreds of pounds each. For some reason, there are scores of little white, little black and little black and white kittens to be had out there. And tabbies (sorely tempted — I do love me a tabby). Any gingers were either too white or too fluffy (hey, it’s an illustrator thing) or way, way out of our neighborhood.
So, anyway, I think I’ve found a litter of gingers just inside our comfortable day-trip range. One is perfect, one is a little pale, one is a little fluffy and one is a girl. I can’t seem to get a clear answer which one is available, so — FIELD TRIP! I’ll let you know.
Good weekend, all!
September 20, 2013 — 9:43 pm
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Say a little prayer for Socks tonight
Here is the entirety of the text that ran with this picture:
ginger and white kitten 14 weeks old naughty and hard work looking for a really good home.
Emphasis mine. Emphasis totally makes me want to take this bad boy home. Doesn’t sound like he and Charlotte would hit it off, but I appreciate the honesty, anyway.
Yes, I’m kitten shopping. In my defense, I’ve never bought a cat before. All my cats have come to me as desperate strays — most of them fully grown — and I have taken them in and spoiled them to the best of my ability. The Cat Goddess has been kind enough to send me good cats, and never more than I can look after at a time.
But, begging Her Grace’s pardon, I grow tired of waiting for that special ginger tom. And with Autumn descending upon us from on high, like unto an Acme safe, I really think I need a kitten. For medicinal purposes.
So every morning, over coffee, I refresh a few select classified ad websites and search for kittens. I am very specific in my requirements this time. I’ll know him when I see him. I think. I’ve been at it for about a week now, and I’ve stared at hundreds and hundreds of goofy kittens.
Not sure if that makes me feel awesome or suicidal.
September 13, 2013 — 9:32 pm
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Me-ouch
This is the hot, wet pussy you’ve heard so much about on in the internet. Austrian dude drove twenty minutes to the car wash, noticed the car made an odd shrieking sound going through the water jets, discovered it continued to scream even with the engine switched off, found his cat wedged into the grill. Then he slowly drove himself to the automobile club to have the cat extracted.
Murli is fine. And she smells Springtime fresh!
Stupid cat stories: when you absolutely, positively have something else you have to do tonight.
April 10, 2013 — 9:47 pm
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Because I’m trying to give you fits, is why
Heh. Sorry to do this to you two posts in a row, but I’ve been screwing around with Photoshop’s .gif animation tools. I’ve resolved to learn all I can about CS6, since paying for it gave me a nosebleed. They changed the interface a little between CS3 and CS6.
This, for those who haven’t been hanging out on my blog for years, is Damien. Isn’t he cute? Gosh, he was an evil fucker.
He disappeared when he was about two, causing my nice blog to go all emo and angsty for a while. Thing is, people all over the neighborhood said they’d spotted him. One lady even took him in and fed for a few days.
Anyway, here’s His Wickedness waking up from a nap when he was just a tiny wee slip of an evil fucker.
March 21, 2013 — 11:35 pm
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Here kitty, kitty
And so another week ends in kittens.
When he grows up, though, this little fucker would happily eat your liver with a good chianti and fava beans, hold the chianti and fava beans.
I’ve posted about Scottish wildcats before — body of a housecat, soul of a chainsaw-wielding escaped mental patient on a bad hair day. They start off cute, but harden into red-hot fists of burning man hatred by the time they reach adulthood.
A genuine wild beast — sadly, they are close enough to housecats to interbreed, which is proving to be their downfall. Estimates are, there may be as few as 400 purebred wildcats running free. In fact, though, there may be as few as zero purebreds in the wild.
So they’ve developed a new DNA test to identify the pure of gene. They hope to have it ready by Christmas. I’m not clear on what is new or unique about this test, but good luck to them trapping and bloodtesting all those psychomoggies.
I hope they laid in a stock of bandaids.
Good weekend, all. No, we are not watching the opening ceremonies.
July 27, 2012 — 10:30 pm
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I’m going with kittens.
Oh, no. No no no. Deranged gunman, so not my beat. Not when it’s all hot and fresh and chock full of unknowns, anyway.
Let’s go with kittens. Specifically, these two Amur leopard kittens, born about six weeks ago in a big cat sanctuary in Kent.
Amur leopards are from the Russian far East and they’re the most endangered big cats on earth. No more than 35 of them in the wild, and around 100 in captivity. Hundred and two now.
There. Isn’t that better?
July 20, 2012 — 9:11 pm
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No bunnies were harmed in the making of this post
Don’t worry; bunny is fine.
Charlotte’s been losing the battle of dental attrition for ten years now, thanks to a wicked bad case of Feline Dental Resorption. Last year, the vet removed her bottom fangs, leaving her with just the top two. As in, at long last, two whole teeth left in her whole furry head.
Last week, we noticed one of those has vanished. She is now Charlotte Einfang. Must take her in to make sure she hasn’t got a root left behind or something.
Anyhow, she let out a little self-congratulatory meow and her prey took the opportunity to scamper off into the hedge, apparently unharmed. For, like, the fifth time this week (Wanna bet it’s the same stupid bunny every time?).
She hasn’t yet worked out why this terrible thing keeps happening to her.
July 9, 2012 — 10:28 pm
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Did somebody order a box of cat?
Wait, what? I haven’t posted yet? Omigod, get me a cute cat picture — stat!
Also, see Ace for Henri, the Existential House Cat.
April 12, 2012 — 10:36 pm
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