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Updateness.
Hoo boy, I so haven't been updating this thing. Let's catch up.
The elation kick from conquering NaNoWriMo hasn't materialized. Instead, what I found left on the shore after the waves of tiredness and burn out withdrew was a quiet feeling of competence, which is pretty great too, though fragile and in need of nurturing. I can write, bitches. Now I need to kick myself in the pants and do more of it.
Meanwhile: kitty!
The kid's nanny had kittens to give, and I wanted to acquire a cat sooner or later, because a house without a pet is like a garden without flowers. One cold morning of November, I brought her home and let her loose in the kitchen, whereupon she promptly disappeared behind the fridge. But little by little she's grown used to her dish, the place, and us, in that order. By now she's well accustomed to her new life, and can spend her days indulging her passions, which are sleeping, running around like crazy, being unspeakably cute, and destroying our earthly belongings.
Meanwhile I fret that I'm a horrible pet owner and not educating her properly. Fretting is like my secret mutant superpower, except it's not secret.
And because I'm that kind of big freaking geek, I called her Ahnassi. Elder Scrolls fans can start squealing with glee on my cue.
The elation kick from conquering NaNoWriMo hasn't materialized. Instead, what I found left on the shore after the waves of tiredness and burn out withdrew was a quiet feeling of competence, which is pretty great too, though fragile and in need of nurturing. I can write, bitches. Now I need to kick myself in the pants and do more of it.
Meanwhile: kitty!
The kid's nanny had kittens to give, and I wanted to acquire a cat sooner or later, because a house without a pet is like a garden without flowers. One cold morning of November, I brought her home and let her loose in the kitchen, whereupon she promptly disappeared behind the fridge. But little by little she's grown used to her dish, the place, and us, in that order. By now she's well accustomed to her new life, and can spend her days indulging her passions, which are sleeping, running around like crazy, being unspeakably cute, and destroying our earthly belongings.
Meanwhile I fret that I'm a horrible pet owner and not educating her properly. Fretting is like my secret mutant superpower, except it's not secret.
And because I'm that kind of big freaking geek, I called her Ahnassi. Elder Scrolls fans can start squealing with glee on my cue.
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Don't worry hon, we have yet to 'educate' our own kitty, and she'll still do pretty much whatever she pleases. Cats always do :)
But they make it look so damn cute!
I need to pay you a visit soon, I wanna be introduced to your cat properly!
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But still. I don't like having around the combo of a small kid and a young cat who doesn't mind her claws perfectly yet; so education feels in order. Also, fret. c_c
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(For instance, we don't. So we can't put Zig out when she massages our brand new carpet with her claws. Which we need to trim again. By the way, ask the vet to show you how, it's rather easy and may save the life of your furniture, though it must be done about every six weeks.)
I wish I had more time to visit, I'll be in France between Christmas and the new year, but it'll be a bit rushed — and I suppose you guys will be off to visit your folks anyway :)
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And thanks for the tip about trimming her claws, I didn't know about that. Oy.
We'll be off to visit the folks, yeah, but not very long. I first I meant to take the cat with us, but since we've had to postpone departure due to black ice and snow on various parts of the way, I'm gonna leave her home, with a large supply of dry food and water, and her toys and her cat tree. Hopefully it will go well.
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As for trimming, you only need a good old nail clipper, but you've gotta be careful not to cut claws too short, that's what the vet showed us: where to cut — he also advised against trimming rear claws.
And with enough food and especially water, she should be alright. Put anything easily breakable away and prepare to be indignantly mewled at upon your return. ;)
Oh, about educating kitty, my boy says a water-pistol — or a water-spray for plants — helps for discipline. And G. got his wild beast back when they moved to their first house, where there was enough room outside to let the cat run wild. I've seen him since then, he's become much calmer indeed!
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Well, she toppled the magazine rack in the toilets onto her litter, blocking access. But it turns out she's resourceful: she's gathered a nest of toilet paper next to her litter and did her business there.
Other than that nothing of importance got destroyed. But now she's clingier than ever. Hoo boy.
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*agrees*
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