A Morning and a Kitty Update

[pen_grunt]

Overheard this morning in the office (although DEFINITELY not said to me):

"You're far too perky this morning. I'll have to steal your essence and then kill you...or is it kill you, then steal your essence? I forget."

Did you know that cats are carriers of the dreaded Pink Eye?

Well, they are. Now you know... and knowing is, indeed, half the battle. The rest of the battle includes me with a bottle of belladonna extract (did you know that they use Belladonna to get rid of pink eye? Well now you know...and knowing is.....never mind) and some impossibly geeky glasses that I just can't get to look right on my face no matter HOW I manipulate my hair to counteract the geek-essence.


Puck (the new kitten, that I'm rapidly learning to call "Tweak" instead) is now getting along will with the older kitty. However, "getting along" mostly entails the kitten running circles around a mildly amused older kitty with the following ADD stream of consciousness:

Playwithme! Playwithme! Whee! Lookit the ribbon! Ohmygod I can climb on the couch! Lookit the curtain! Playwithme! Your tail tastes good! Whee! I can jump high! Watch me jump! ....Let's go ride bikes.

I also got a rude surprise after my run on Sunday. I did my usual hour-long jog and then sat down to do my usual sit-ups. Now I take off my running clothes to do my stretches/sit-ups because, really, who wants to sit around in wet, sweaty, rapidly-cooling work-out clothes? (Yuck, I know.) This means I do the sit-ups au naturale. Typically that cats stay away from me, or want me to throw their ribbon, or just want to take up the mat that I lay down for sit-ups. So I'm doing my side crunches (which means that my head is turned away from the rest of my body and I'm doing these twisty pretzel-like side things that are supposed to be good for love-handles and such). What I don't realize is that Puck has stealthily crept up beside me and is investigating. I feel a funny sensation, then a bite. I turn and gently toss the kitty halfway across the room. The f*cker bit my nipple! With his sharp little kitty teeth. He bit me! If he weren't so darn cute he would SO be on my shit list right now.


Argh, so many other things this weekend. Maybe more blogging later.

Comments

[llythefaerye.livejournal.com]

*points & laughs* So . . . still looking forward to having kids? ;p

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

Okay, I seriously don't get the comparison between kids and kittens. For one, you're not technically supposed to trap your kid under a laundry basket for a few hours when they're irritating you. For two, you're not technically supposed to "throw" your kid across the room--gently or no. For three, disciplining your kid is a lot harder than spraying them with a water bottle (though this seems to work with husband-types).

For four, kittens and kids....no comparison.

[llythefaerye.livejournal.com]

you see nothing that resembles babies in a kitten biting your nipple?

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

Babies do NOT--I repeat--do NOT typically have little sharp razor-pointy teeth right off the bat. That's usually when you STOP nursing.

[llythefaerye.livejournal.com]

*wicked grin*

[llythefaerye.livejournal.com]

Oh, and Ryan & Aimee have a kitten named "Twitch" . . .

[liquid-siftings.livejournal.com]

Your icon is so irresistibly cute!!!

[llythefaerye.livejournal.com]

Yeah, wish I could really claim credit for it, but it's just a photo I downsized from a forward . . .