WebKittyn Warbles
Saturday, July 16, 2005
It Is Done! (life update and cats)
I have to preface this by saying it is 12:05 PM Saturday afternoon and since 9 AM Thursday morn I have gotten a total of 7 hours of sleep. I am quite ready to die (not literally, sorry fodders).
I wanted to grab a minute to update anyone who cares on the cat situation. My esteemed Gotard of a housemate was somewhat less than accurate in his description as he has spent a total of an hour tops with them so we won't go there (glares at Gotard).
(Cats and state of mind inside) I was up at 7 for the British Open Thursday morning, They arrived around 10 something cute as can be and terrified. Gotard dropped them off and went to work. I stuck a small blanket in the cat condo Claude hasn't used since we spent the 80 bucks on it and in they went.
And in they stayed. And stayed.
I sat there on the floor with them until around 7 at night when they female finally came out for a bit of food. Gotard got home late, by the time he walked in the door I had spent twelve hours sitting in the living room floor staring at kitten in a condo. He was his usualy unpleasant nasty-ass self, the night was a wash.
4:30 AM they come to life. Both of them at once, it was like they planned it in the condo and launched. I had made the fatal mistake of going to pee. When I came out of the bathroom I saw the female making a dash for the spot behind the fridge (which we blocked off). Somehow she got through the barricade and was on the run. Wonderful. I spend 10 minutes chasing her around the kitchen and finally get them both back in the living room in the condo. Time? 5 AM.
Got up at 7:53 am for golf yesterday and it hit me like a ton of cat shit. I was quickly getting attached to both of them and Gotard, to his credit, had offered to finance both of them. I am a 100% emotion driven person, everyone knows this. I cried like a major loser all morn over the thought of giving one away. Even though it was going 2 blocks away to people I know are true cat lovers. Ever the Piscean, I am.
I think the lack of sleep only made it worse, the more you cry and get worked up when exhausted, the worse it gets. I couldn't leave the living room to find Danielle or Dan or Matt or Rod or Tony or Bob, the people who know me and who would know how hard this was for me. Call me a drama mama but I felt like Meryl Streep in Sophie's Choice..
The female had a lot going for her. She looks like a tiny Claude. She nuzzled my chin every time I held her. She purred. The male is standoffish and timid but then again he was SERIOUSLY mauled. He's got a big chunk missing at the base of his ear, whatever got him really got him.
Somewhere around 1, after crying for 5 nonstop hours, I was talking to my dad on the phone and while talking to him it was decided. For whatever reason, Claude didn't respond well to the female. No problems with the male but she seemed to arouse jealousy issues and he growled at her.
Once I decided, I decided it had to happen as soon as possible or I would cave and keep both. Called Gotard and managed to tell him to call Bob (through a torrent of tears) and get it done. Caught him off guard, he was not expecting it. I separated them to see if they would be ok, stuck her in a box with a blankt and spent the rest of the day petting her, crying and aplogising for letting her go. Yes, yes I am a loser.
Gotard got home about 7:30 and Bob came to get her. He drove Bob back to the house and it seems I made the right
call. Bob and Sherri have a momma cat, Gotard said she took right to the kitten and started licking her. He said that unlike here, the kitten did NOT run, she sat in Sherri's hands and on the floor and wasn't scared. Good call, WebKittyn. It felt good to stop crying.
The male and Claude seem to get on fine. He's not really interested in the kitten, no aggression at all and he sits next to it when it comes out.
I slept on the floor again last night, I haven't been able to sneak more than a few minutes here and there in on the computer, I'm feeling quite cut off. I fell asleep somewhere around 5 and woke up to the sound of kitten urination at 6:58.
It is now 12:26. Gotard has left for the studio and I have peace and quiet until tomorrow, only I can't be online! Oy. Currently the kitten is in a box sleeping next to me, this room needs a serious cat-proofing before he can run around.
I feel drained. I feel exhausted. I feel like the walking dead. No way I'm going to sleep through the last round of the British Open tomorrow morning but I know I'll be up all night. I've got visions of Boogeyman and White Noise on pay-per-view as I camp out once again with my banky and 3 pillows on the living room floor. Maybe if I'm lucky the kitten will let me catch an hour nap.
What a roller coaster. Everyone mentioned above, let me thank you again. This has been a new experience for me and it's been ... bizarre. Thank you for being there as a support network, meant a lot to me even if I am hidden away in the living room.
Anyone who wants me, I've got the Moto charged in there with me, aim works on Moto and you can text from the verizonwireless.com site. I'll be sneaking in and out to check mail and crap so I'm not totally sequestered.
As for the question on everyone's mind................
His name is Blog.
He is WebKittyn's web kitten.
He will eventually author "WebKittyn's web kitten Blog's blog"
And I didn't think I'd be able to match the cleverness
of Claude Lemieux / Clawed LeMew.
*bows*
/END SLEEP DEPRIVED CAT INDUCED WARBLE WARBLE
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Thank you for the update. I was wondering how it was all going. It sounds like it all worked out well (apart from the insomnia).
Cheers!
on 07/16 at 07:16 PM -
I know its been a trying couple of days, but you have made all of the right decisions and have ensured the survival of both of these helpless kitties. Your diligance shall more than pay off. Like I said last night, teach that little guy to perch on your chair (Nav digs it when his cat does that, it’s so cool). The time you spend with the little Blog now will just make it all the more attached to you. I’m glad Claude is displaying reserved indifference to the youngster, even Salem would play with Sierra from time to time (and she hated her) so it has to be a great sign.
on 07/16 at 09:52 PM
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