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A New Addition And Other Weekend Bits
Sep. 11th, 2011 03:16 pmYesterday afternoon, after a particularly difficult day, I was sitting on the couch playing Plants VS Zombies on our PlayStation (quite fun, actually). J came out of the bedroom and said that he'd "be back in a little while." Had to go to Lowe's, he said. He knew exactly what he wanted/needed to pick up, and it wouldn't take him long or much money to take care of what needed to be done. I murmured something agreeable, and he left, mentioning in passing that he'd probably stop at GameStop on the way home as well. I think I nodded.
He came home a little while later. I didn't look up from the screen. He went back into the bedroom and called for Vivi. I heard him wrong, thought that he said "Baby." So I paused the game and walked back into our room. He held up the dogs' large floor pillow to block what I had already spotted:
The smallest, most adorable little gray and white kitten that you have ever seen was sitting in the middle of our bedroom floor, looking up at me with her beautiful, gray-green eyes. I burst into tears. I protested, "You're allergic to cats. You couldn't stay in the living room with Daisy* for ten minutes before your eyes got swollen and you started to sneeze!" He insisted that we would try, that it would be OK. Then he promptly took an allergy pill (fexofenadine, or Allegra, which was not available without a prescription before this year - it is the only one that seems to work decently, and so far it has taken care of J's allergies pretty well). I cried a little more and held the kitten. Then we put her down to see how the dogs would react. Both were incredibly inquisitive. Vivi, the younger of the two, was immediately enthralled. Here was a walking, talking TOY. Pbo Pbo, the bigger dog, immediately adopted the kitten. She curled up with it on the pillow and "guarded" it from Vivi. The kitten went to sleep right away, worrying Pbo Pbo a little. She kept nudging it and whimpering a little. We believe that she was thinking that there was something wrong with her new baby.
I am refusing to give the kitten a name until we know that we are keeping her. We will know within the week whether she is to be a permanent member of the household. Two of the names that I am juggling around are Lola and Leela. Yes, from Futurama, leave me alone - two of my Florida kittens were given names from Chicago. I had Roxie and Flynn. I also had Duncan, who sat in front of the television and pawed at the screen while I watched Highlander, and Daisy came from The Great Gatsby.
So that's where we are today. I have given her several small spoonfuls of food, as she really is tiny. She hasn't used the litterbox yet, which is starting to concern me, as she's been with us for nearly 24 hours now. She enjoys hiding in our drying rack, and attempted to climb some of the clean laundry that was hanging there. She tried to climb my leg and J's arm this morning; unfortunately neither was covered at the time. She is sweet and mischievous, and she LOVES J. to bits and pieces. We shall see. I really hope this works out.
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In other, non-cat news, the weather is calming down a bit. It's still 96 degrees today, but when I saw the thermometer hit 115 a few weeks ago, 96 is almost refreshing. Almost. The nights are considerably cooler as well. I'm so excited about this because it means that I can finally get off of my tail and get outside. Most parts of the country are trapped inside during the winter months. Texans get their sentence in the dead of summer.
Happy weekend, people. Yes, I know what today is, but I'm choosing to move on rather than linger on the tragedy. We had the quintessential American breakfast in celebration of life and freedom (pancakes) (and later I shall have something deep fried and dipped in ranch dressing, in further celebration...I'm thinking fried pickles). I am proud to be an American citizen today, and I insist upon living my life to the fullest extent, in spite of what a group of terrorists say otherwise.
*Daisy was my mostly-Siamese who had to stay in Florida when I moved to Texas a few years ago. I left her behind because of J's allergies, which really are very bad when not treated. Daisy died a few months after I moved out. She would get sick if we didn't allow her to stay in the house, so I vowed to leave her in and try to take care of her. It didn't always work out very well. My grandmother believes that Daisy gave up when I left, despite the love and attention that my grandparents gave her. She felt abandoned. I have never forgiven myself for what happened with her.
He came home a little while later. I didn't look up from the screen. He went back into the bedroom and called for Vivi. I heard him wrong, thought that he said "Baby." So I paused the game and walked back into our room. He held up the dogs' large floor pillow to block what I had already spotted:
The smallest, most adorable little gray and white kitten that you have ever seen was sitting in the middle of our bedroom floor, looking up at me with her beautiful, gray-green eyes. I burst into tears. I protested, "You're allergic to cats. You couldn't stay in the living room with Daisy* for ten minutes before your eyes got swollen and you started to sneeze!" He insisted that we would try, that it would be OK. Then he promptly took an allergy pill (fexofenadine, or Allegra, which was not available without a prescription before this year - it is the only one that seems to work decently, and so far it has taken care of J's allergies pretty well). I cried a little more and held the kitten. Then we put her down to see how the dogs would react. Both were incredibly inquisitive. Vivi, the younger of the two, was immediately enthralled. Here was a walking, talking TOY. Pbo Pbo, the bigger dog, immediately adopted the kitten. She curled up with it on the pillow and "guarded" it from Vivi. The kitten went to sleep right away, worrying Pbo Pbo a little. She kept nudging it and whimpering a little. We believe that she was thinking that there was something wrong with her new baby.
I am refusing to give the kitten a name until we know that we are keeping her. We will know within the week whether she is to be a permanent member of the household. Two of the names that I am juggling around are Lola and Leela. Yes, from Futurama, leave me alone - two of my Florida kittens were given names from Chicago. I had Roxie and Flynn. I also had Duncan, who sat in front of the television and pawed at the screen while I watched Highlander, and Daisy came from The Great Gatsby.
So that's where we are today. I have given her several small spoonfuls of food, as she really is tiny. She hasn't used the litterbox yet, which is starting to concern me, as she's been with us for nearly 24 hours now. She enjoys hiding in our drying rack, and attempted to climb some of the clean laundry that was hanging there. She tried to climb my leg and J's arm this morning; unfortunately neither was covered at the time. She is sweet and mischievous, and she LOVES J. to bits and pieces. We shall see. I really hope this works out.
__________
In other, non-cat news, the weather is calming down a bit. It's still 96 degrees today, but when I saw the thermometer hit 115 a few weeks ago, 96 is almost refreshing. Almost. The nights are considerably cooler as well. I'm so excited about this because it means that I can finally get off of my tail and get outside. Most parts of the country are trapped inside during the winter months. Texans get their sentence in the dead of summer.
Happy weekend, people. Yes, I know what today is, but I'm choosing to move on rather than linger on the tragedy. We had the quintessential American breakfast in celebration of life and freedom (pancakes) (and later I shall have something deep fried and dipped in ranch dressing, in further celebration...I'm thinking fried pickles). I am proud to be an American citizen today, and I insist upon living my life to the fullest extent, in spite of what a group of terrorists say otherwise.
*Daisy was my mostly-Siamese who had to stay in Florida when I moved to Texas a few years ago. I left her behind because of J's allergies, which really are very bad when not treated. Daisy died a few months after I moved out. She would get sick if we didn't allow her to stay in the house, so I vowed to leave her in and try to take care of her. It didn't always work out very well. My grandmother believes that Daisy gave up when I left, despite the love and attention that my grandparents gave her. She felt abandoned. I have never forgiven myself for what happened with her.
