1.02.2018

day 9: the frenemy of my frenemy...

[be forewarned, this is almost entirely about my cats.] my favorite animator was on the phone earlier today with the Director of a series he is working on, when he laughed and exclaimed, "that's why i have cats". it was not until some time later—as i was watching one of my cats put another one in a headlock—that i remembered to ask about that comment.

me: what were you saying earlier to B--- about having cats?
him: oh, that was hilarious. his dog took a dump on the floor while we were talking... then the dog started eating it.
me: uhm... i think i'll stick to crazy cats. 

i type those words while perched on the edge of my favorite sofa, trying hard not to disturb a certain sleeping kitten. it is not that we do not absolutely love her, but this tiny lunatic angel is wearing everybody out, especially Baby Bear.

we got the Little One in part to keep Baby Bear company. Mama Kitty, much like me, prefers to spend most of the day behind a "do not disturb" sign, so we thought a new kitten would provide a bit of company for Baby Bear, who is herself intensely crazy at times. boy, did she get a bit of company!

(Little One, left; Baby Bear, right)
see them with their adorable little heads together, plotting my demise?


the Little One has two settings: knocked out sleeping (complete with tiny pink tongue hanging out) and a flat-out run... for an hour or more at a time, until she crashes again. you get away with being insane when you are insanely cute.


him: i've been around hundreds of cats, and i have never seen one this insane.

she ricochets off walls, and gets across a room in a single leap... that is... when she is not crashing head-first into things.

me: it's gonna be tough explaining my kitten's traumatic brain injury to the vet. this kind of thing could end in awkward conversations with the authorities. 
him: leave her alone with them for a few minutes, and they'll understand. 

she occasionally coerces Mama Kitty into a game of tag, but most of all, she lives to drive Baby Bear up a wall. her favorite hobbies include:

  • sitting on Baby Bear
  • jumping on Baby Bear
  • standing on Baby Bear
  • needing to occupy the same physical space as Baby Bear at all times 
  • (most of all) putting Baby-Bear in a headlock 
she also has a vendetta against one of my houseplants, but that is a subject for some other day. 

before the Little One's arrival, Baby Bear's need for affection had a tendency to get in the way of just about everything i did. now, i frequently enter a room and find her in a headlock, on the receiving end of some aggressive licking/loving from the kitten, and i have arrived at the conclusion that the frenemy of my frenemy is my new best girl. plus, everybody knows that headlocks are a sign of the highest form of affection. there are prisons filled with people who will attest to said fact.

and, on that note... i am going to chase away the cold with a scalding hot cup of tea, and maybe try to reclaim a corner of my blanket and my favorite sofa, both of which are now occupied by two sleeping cats. i would not trade them for anything. 



1 comment:

  1. awwwww. You have to remember, this is a kitten. What she needs, and can't have, where you are, is a large field/yard for calisthenics.

    What about one of those amazingly over priced gym things? They do look like fun, makes me wish we had the room for one here...

    They are adorable, and I love seeing them that way. We have racetrack events nearly every night, and with two staircases (the house is basically a two story torus) they manage to use the entire house.

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