Friday, June 13, 2003
 

Whoa. They finally did change this page, after promising the changes last month. I'd given up on them.

Moving on.

Kitty is still with me. I polled people at my new complex, and no one knew who she belonged to. They thought that she was homeless (in spite of the collar), since she hangs around the parking lot (even during the recent violent storms) and cries at people's back doors. She was also definitely hungry, poor baby.

Of course, you may all rest assured that she's well on her way to being ridiculously spoiled. She thinks that my laptop carrier is her cat bed, and I don't have the heart to take it away from her. She already has as many toys as some toddlers. I had gotten her a catnip mouse and dingle balls at Harris Teeter, and then I went to PetSmart today for litter, a dangling toy, and a mouse-on-track thing. She attacked the dangling feather toy as soon as it came out of the bag; in fact, I didn't even get the tags off of it. She played with the mouse track for nearly 40 minutes (which is an awfully long time for a cat to remain interested in anything) and recently attacked it again and played for awhile.

She's also a total pothead. She plays with and snuffles at the catnip mouse, then collapses on it. Repeat. It's the cat version of take a hit, groove, take a hit, groove.

She's dark gray, and her fur takes a silver sheen in the light. She's a very shiny cat. She'll groom herself, then groom me. She's very sweet, very affectionate. She sleeps in the bed with me at night (yeah, yeah, allergies, I know), either on me or cuddled up next to me. I strongly suspect that she used to be an indoor cat, mainly because she apparently already knew how to use a litter box and because she acts like she belongs indoors. If she's pining for other owners, she's sure hiding it well. She's only cried when she knocked her dingle ball under the refrigerator (and then things were All Better when I fished it out). She's extremely playful and will play with absolutely anything.

I've placed a "found" ad in the newspaper and an online posting. And I forgot to call the Humane Society again today, durn it. Okay, I'm making myself a note.

But selfish me hopes that no one claims her. She's definitely already claimed me, anyway.

Elvisette philosophized at 7:21 PM