Kitties Are An Enormous Help


My brain is bleeding. You know those times when you’ve read so much of so many different things that you can feel bits of gray matter edging their way toward your ears, clutching the metaphorical hat and coat as surreptitiously as possible, hoping the hostess won’t notice their departure? Yeah. That’s my brain right now. But you’ll love the result when you get it, you late shoppers who love to give books: I’ve got a post upcoming that will give you many ideas.

I’ve also got about five trillion emails to answer (eventually, I swear, I will do it), feedback to give for a book, calls to make for future posts, reviews to complete, and OH MY HECK I JUST WANT TO LIE ABOUT EATING PIE AND GELATO. And I just started typing reading pie. Whimper. At least B and I have plans to watch MMA – I could use some good, clean, people-beating-the-living-crap-out-of-each-other just now. And there will be kitties.

Here are the kitties last week, when I went over for fight night and also spent some time pinning B’s new scarf. Scarves are my thing at the moment, great for a bit of simple, mindless sewing whilst engaged in other things. Wait til you see the candy-cane scarf I made for Starspider. Anyway, there I was, laying out and pinning material for scarves for B and myself, and you know what trying to lay something flat in a household full of cats invites, don’t you?

Kirby lying atop the material for B's scarf. Note the typical feline expression, eyes half-closed by way of saying, "This scarf belongs to me, now, and I shall not relinquish ownership. Good day."

Kirby lying atop the material for B’s scarf. Note the typical feline expression, eyes half-closed by way of saying, “This scarf belongs to me, now, and I shall not relinquish ownership. Good day.”

Yep.

And that’s not even the super-fleecy side, it’s the wrong way out, but Kirby doesn’t care.

Now, where’d my measuring tape go…?

Luna onna chair, getting thoroughly tangled in my pink measuring tape.

Luna onna chair, getting thoroughly tangled in my pink measuring tape.

Ah.

Luna sitting with the tape wrapped round her midsection, with the cutest "What? Whatsa matter? I'm not doing anything wrong! I's helping!" look on her face ever.

Luna sitting with the tape wrapped round her midsection, with the cutest “What? Whatsa matter? I’m not doing anything wrong! I’s helping!” look on her face ever.

She’s getting huge, and so enormously fluffy, but she’s still got that kittenish tendency to explore everything and play lots. Of course, Kirby hasn’t lost that playful tendency, either. He decided measuring tapes are for eating when I tried to measure the fold.

Kirby at one end of the long strip o' cloth, industriously chewing on the end o' the measuring tape, while Luna stands in the middle wondering what the fuck he's doing. She loves to imitate him, and is trying to learn all about being a kitty from him.

Kirby at one end of the long strip o’ cloth, industriously chewing on the end o’ the measuring tape, while Luna stands in the middle wondering what the fuck he’s doing. She loves to imitate him, and is trying to learn all about being a kitty from him.

And this is typical of the household: when Kirby settles down, Luna heads over to bite his butt.

Kirby having a rest after tape-chewing, while Luna sneaks up behind, ears back, and gets ready to pounce on his ass.

Kirby having a rest after tape-chewing, while Luna sneaks up behind, ears back, and gets ready to pounce on his ass.

I love those two.

In other kitty news, Misha has turned a corner in the socialization category, and actually came out and associated with multiple guests o’ mine. She only tried to kill one once. I’m so proud. Of course, this seems to have exhausted her capacity for socializing, because she’s stayed in her room, on her pillow, determined to isolate herself from humankind ever since. Must be time to freshen the catnip – she does head straight for that before she goes to greet other people, so I know she’s using a chemical crutch to cope.

Now if only she’d help me get my reading done… alas, ebooks aren’t as attractive to kitties as the paper kind, and so she’s mostly ignored me during this reading marathon. Sigh. Where’s the feline assist when you really need it?

Comments

  1. rq says

    Luna is so adorably fluffyyyyyy!!
    And in that first photo, I think she’s trying to read those numbers – No way am I that fat! (Cool it, Luna, it’s all fluff, dontcha know!!) She has gorgeous eyes, too.
    And Kirby just looks like he has that awesome boss-cat* attitude. He’ll be a great teacher for Luna – the lesson here: “How to have a tapeworm without the worm in your tummy”.

    * Or at least, the fake-boss-cat who puts on airs and then destroys his own self-made image by doing something silly like skidding out of a running corner and smashing into a wall headfirst… Nope, I don’t know any cats like that, nope…

  2. anne mariehovgaard says

    Not sure what my brain is doing, but I read the title as “Kitties are enormous, help!” Not enough tea, I suppose.

  3. otrame says

    Good thing you had those brave warriors to save you from that pink ‘nake (which is what one of my younger siblings called snakes while a toddler, and it sort of stuck in the family, especially when describing the sort of ‘nake that cats often battle).