The female parental unit got a brand spankin' new little kitten today. I don't have any pics as of yet, but I will, soon. The little wolf is adorable, as all kittens are, and he ran about her kitchen like a wee little maniac. The white faced dog appears fine with the little intruder, the ancient black-and-white face dog is ambivalent and will probably remain so unless he directly invades her personal sphere, and the the black faced dog hates him as expected.
My cats will get the chance to meet their "uncle" this weekend when he comes over for a visit while the parental units are out of town.
As to the "Old Man" part of the title, I refer to a not exactly "old" older man: Giles. I've been re-watching Buffy, and I've made a startling discovery: I relate more to Giles than I do to the rest of the characters. I fear this may be due to my adulthood, how depressing is that?
I remember when I used to think, "when I'm older I never think that way." This usually pertained to music or movies. Now that I'm "older" I am constantly startled by the realization that I'm thinking "that way." The truly scary part about all this is not that I'm thinking like a 30-year-old adult-like person, but that I don't care that I'm thinking like a 30-year old adult-like person.
On a less self indulgent note...
My sister's cat has amazingly recovered!
Either her vet is an idiot, or she is just that amazing at resuscitating pathetically ill baby cats. I'm going with the latter, it's more flattering to all parties, and I know that she loves mr. cat.
I'm glad he is okay, no cat deserves to find their "forever home" and then die, and no little sister deserves to go through the loss of a baby cat, no matter how annoying they are...
Sisters, that is. Not baby cats...
I don't think she reads this blog...
But just in case...
I love you stinkhead!
1 comment:
You are totally adorable; consistently through your whole post. (I'm also really glad to hear the good news about Mr. Cat)
Post a Comment