Soon, hopefully very soon, I will get to see the wee little miss again. She still has no name, and I've been lobbying hard for Clementine, but for what ever reason, I am not in charge. Gah. CSP and I are going to take her to a clinic to get her tested for all those horrible diseases that cats can carry. There are two indoor-outdoor cats at his place that are at risk of infection if he doesn't get her checked. It's a bit late in the day, so hopefully we can get her seen. Squeeeeeeeee.
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Several hours later--hours that included many fun things including a 2-hour nap. For now, her name is not Clementine, but since that is such a better name, that is what she will be called here. Unfortunately, she is too young to be tested for anything, but she did get some heartworm medication. I remember the *fun* times of giving that stuff to the kittens. Or rather, the squirting my knee always received by a well-timed turn of the head. I have some serious kitten lust. I want to just nom nom her ears and eyes and paws and tail. I was so worn out by all that loving on her that I had to immediately go to sleep when she left. I don't have any good pics of her--she's an all-black furball. I have expectations to see her often, so I'll see what I can do.
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Last weekend, I moved in to my new place. It's all mine, and thus I painted it the color of toothpaste, bright yellow and lime green. I have a room that will be completely dedicated to mosaicing (and will eventually be a gorgeous deep rose pink). It's just The Bear, ET and me. I am surrounded by all my books and am feeling a bit of well-earned peace. Even The Bear is happier--he seems to be the obvious winner of the break-up, no more Mattress and kittens. He prances around making his goat noises at me. I even woke up at some point last night to him on the bed next to me. Sure, I accidentally smacked him, which made for an abrupt end to a rare snuggle by him.
This past week, my friends were intent on not leaving me alone. I could nom nom on all their ears, too. Such thoughtful beauties. Though, it has created an uptick in my drinking--nothing dramatic, considering that they all keep chiding me for managing to nurse one drink over a span of three hours. I did have two beers this afternoon with CSP--blame the adorable kitten! Now I'm off to Guamaniac's for a relaxing late Saturday night with some wine and television. He promises to spank me if I am a few minutes late--the glory of being a single lady! I can be abused by an extremely attractive gay man with no compunction. Score!
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Several hours later--hours that included many fun things including a 2-hour nap. For now, her name is not Clementine, but since that is such a better name, that is what she will be called here. Unfortunately, she is too young to be tested for anything, but she did get some heartworm medication. I remember the *fun* times of giving that stuff to the kittens. Or rather, the squirting my knee always received by a well-timed turn of the head. I have some serious kitten lust. I want to just nom nom her ears and eyes and paws and tail. I was so worn out by all that loving on her that I had to immediately go to sleep when she left. I don't have any good pics of her--she's an all-black furball. I have expectations to see her often, so I'll see what I can do.
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Last weekend, I moved in to my new place. It's all mine, and thus I painted it the color of toothpaste, bright yellow and lime green. I have a room that will be completely dedicated to mosaicing (and will eventually be a gorgeous deep rose pink). It's just The Bear, ET and me. I am surrounded by all my books and am feeling a bit of well-earned peace. Even The Bear is happier--he seems to be the obvious winner of the break-up, no more Mattress and kittens. He prances around making his goat noises at me. I even woke up at some point last night to him on the bed next to me. Sure, I accidentally smacked him, which made for an abrupt end to a rare snuggle by him.
This past week, my friends were intent on not leaving me alone. I could nom nom on all their ears, too. Such thoughtful beauties. Though, it has created an uptick in my drinking--nothing dramatic, considering that they all keep chiding me for managing to nurse one drink over a span of three hours. I did have two beers this afternoon with CSP--blame the adorable kitten! Now I'm off to Guamaniac's for a relaxing late Saturday night with some wine and television. He promises to spank me if I am a few minutes late--the glory of being a single lady! I can be abused by an extremely attractive gay man with no compunction. Score!
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