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01 October 2007 @ 10:47 pm
I'm not ignoring you, oh curious flist. I'll tell the story (or, more accurately, the snippet) of the Naughty Wedding Escapade! very soon. With all this build-up, I fear you'll be disappointed, but hey... I'll do my best to make it as engaging as possible. I may attempt a time-step. There may or may not be jazz hands. You'll just have to wait and see.

In the meanwhile, I have a serious jones for a one-eyed kitty. Why, you may ask? Well, I shall tell you. I stopped in at PetSmart today, as one will when they have three voracious kitties at home. Whenever I visit I make a point of stopping by the kitty pens to make kisses at and talk to all the older cats and kittens they have waiting for adoption. As ouchy as it is to leave them behind when I go, I think it would be far worse not to give them some affection while I'm there. Anyway, today there were a whole lot o' kittens. In the very first enclosure (top-left, behind plexi-glass with little holes cut in the corners) were three wee ones, probably about three or four months old: one grey with a long, narrow face (terribly bored), one black and white (sleeping) and one tortoiseshell (bounding toward the plexi with unabashed glee, so much so that it thunked into the surface in an effort to snuggle closer to me). The latter kept rubbing its face against the glass, purring, kneading the lambswool pad and batting at my finger with its paw. When it finally turned its head, I noticed that its left eye was disfigured and milky. A note on the cage enlightened me: "One kitten has a damaged eye, which may run. Kitten is very loving!" No kidding. If I didn't already have three cats (which is our absolute and utter limit; Don and I have had serious discussions about this) I would have adopted that kitten on the spot.

Tearing myself away from one-eyed-tortoiseshell longing, I looked at the freestanding cages: more kittens, and in one cage a full grown, rather large but sleek hodgepoge kitty - picture a muted grey tabby with random subtle scraps of cream and marmalade and smoky brown worked tastefully into the coat. She turned from her food bowl to come and nuzzle my fingers, and lo! she only had ONE EYE! Hers was entirely missing though, and had been for some time as the fur had grown over the socket. I desperately wanted her, too, most especially since older cats are more difficult to place.

If the heartbreak of the one-eyed kitties wasn't enough, there was more kitty-angst at dinner last night. Don and I went to our local. The pub had left the front doors open to the beautiful autumn evening. As we enjoyed our delicious meals (eat at Yesterdays in Warwick, NY!), someone said, "Look at that cat!" A lanky, bony calico had wandered in and was walking between the tables. The waitress shooed it outside. Moments later, it was back. I abandoned my dinner (and my date; sorry, sweetie!) and knelt on the floor. The kitty's ears perked forward as it trotted over to me. It was already purring like mad when I scooped it up to carry it outside. Now, this restaurant is on the main street. I was loathe to leave kitty there, so I took it along the side road and left it on a patch of grass near the back of the restaurant. As I made my way back to the pub, I turned back to see kitty trotting happily behind me. Again, I picked her up and left her in the same area. I got a bit further this time, but still she followed. The waitress (who is the owner's girlfriend and, by the bye, makes all of the (award-winning!) desserts to boot) had come out with a plate full of roast beef scraps. We left kitty to her feast and went back in. After washing up, I rejoined my sweetie, apologized, and continued to worry the rest of the meal: if only we could take her; what if she wasn't a true stray, but just someone's lost kitty?; she was all skin and bones; she was so sweet and snuggly she must be lonely and scared... on and on and on.

The owner, John, gave the kitty some tuna. Then the chef gave her some beef stew. I'm hoping one of the kitchen guys wanted to take her home. I'm still feeling guilty, and when I drove by the pub today I feared I might see a poor, scrawny kitty lying on the sidewalk, struck down by a passing vehicle (driving too fast, as people will do).

grawr. I have enough kitty angst with Zinda's recent behaviour.

In summation: the moral of the story is, "eat at Yesterday's because their desserts are brilliant and the owner feeds tuna to stray kitties." Also, one-eyed cats are the coming thing. You all need one, and it just so happens that I can tell you where to get them.

the end.
I feel: anxiousanxious
Katevegryffindor on October 2nd, 2007 03:57 am (UTC)
Wanna grab one of those kitties and hold it for me?

I want a kitty...
Kel: kittykittyladyjoust on October 2nd, 2007 04:04 am (UTC)
Oh, either one! The adult kitty 'cause she's gorgeous and amazingly coloured and so sweet, or the wee one 'cause she's (all tortoiseshells are female, yes? Except for supermales, if I remember my high school biology correctly) 'cause she was unbelieveably adorable and lovely and...

could you have a kitty? or two? *makes bambi eyes*
Katevegryffindor on October 2nd, 2007 04:08 am (UTC)
Technically, in the sense that I'm allowed to have pets in my building, yes I could have a kitty.

Would my mother be very pleased with me come June when I move home (and thus bringing our Kitty Count up to Four)? No.

Then again... that's June. Such a long way away... :D

Approximately how much does a cat cost? What with bowls, litterboxes, and the things to put inside them?
Kel: kryptoladyjoust on October 2nd, 2007 04:12 am (UTC)
First of all, if you want to adopt a kitty, I will fully gift you the bowls and litterbox. Seriously. Vet bills and continuing food and litter costs are all you'd need to worry about.

As to what they are... I'm not sure of city costs. But most pet stores there have a refillable litter containers (bring your plastic jug back in and fill it at a fraction of the cost) and food is almost always on sale...

How could your mom say no to a one-eyed kitty? You could even make a pirate eye patch for it.

(mind you, I'm saying this knowing that our own kitty-count is three, so I'm doing a hell of a lot of enabling, here)
Katevegryffindor on October 2nd, 2007 05:10 am (UTC)
XD!! Now all I can do is picture the most precious kitty on the planet with an eyepatch. Named Patches? Would that be too corny?

I suppose if I rescued this poor, one-eyed kitty who so desperately needed love... My mom would be miffed for about two minutes, probably. Plus, we'd only have four cats for a summer or so, because I'd take Patches with me whereever I choose to go, be it Denton, San Antonio, or LA...

Oooooh, so tempting!!
Ea Quae Legiteaquaelegit on October 2nd, 2007 05:15 am (UTC)
I wish I could have a kitty...
Andrewquueer on October 2nd, 2007 11:51 am (UTC)
I, too, wish I could have a kitty. And my school even allows it (in a "it's not on the rule books but we've never gotten mad about it" sort of way). Any pet we can have has to fit in a 2x2x2 cage - but it never ever has to be in that cage. It just has to fit. But we can't get a pet if we have nothing to do with it over the summer, and I don't think any of us are willing/able to take one home. :-(

Goldfish time.
Jobs, baby, Jobs!: Fallout_tupicoland on October 2nd, 2007 05:35 pm (UTC)
our kitteh is enuf for one dog. always get the pangs when you see the wee ones behind the plexi.