Some thank you poetry and two furry bundles of joy (and poop).
Number One:
I love all of you so very, very much. In fact, I’ve written you a poem about my feelings. I wrote this whilst in the bathtub, surrounded by candles, and listening to Sarah MacLachahahalanannlach. Here it is:
BJ and the Bear was a really great show
But not as good as Simon and Simon,
Do you want to know which show I always hated?
Eight is Enough
And yet…
Eight is enough to fill our house with love
most accurately describes my feelings
about all of you.
Except the number is wrong maybe
because there are more than eight of you (I hope)
and I hated that stupid Nicholas
because he burned their house down.
Please don’t burn my blog down
with your love for me.
Butterflies.
Number two:
We got kittens!
On Saturday, we adopted two kittens – one for each of us. Dane and I have wildly different ideas on what makes a cat cute so therefore two kittens are what we now have. Dane likes the little short haired, skinny girl kittens, and I like the VASTLY SUPERIOR furry fat big headed boy kittens.
Here is Zelda
Cute, but inferior kitten
And here is (the good one) Whiskey
The clear winner
They’re both four months old but Zelda is half the size of Whiskey. He’s going to be gigantic. I am so excited for this I may start force feeding him like they do to geese. (Ha!I’m kidding SPCA!) Whiskey actually had some kind of disease as a kitten which he’s still being treated for with antibiotics and he has some weakness in his back legs which in no way stops him from chasing Zelda from one end of the apartment to the other at three o’clock in the morning. And then pooping really smelly, kitten poop somewhere near the ridiculously expensive new cat box we got them.
So, to sum up….I had the best birthday ever because of my perfect husband and the exceptional fantastic magnamaliciousness of you guys and also, we now have two kittens who may or may not be the worst idea we’ve ever had. I’ll keep you updated.
In other news, I am now old and I had a dream last night that when I smiled it created a black, diagonal crease on my face starting at my hairline and running all the way to my chin. So, if anyone needs me, I will be spending the rest of the day in the bathroom staring at the mirror and crying.
UPDATE! More kittah pictures. What? Shut up.
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15 comments
I want those kittens. GIVE ME THEM. I swear Meagan and I have a birthday video for you. Its just a matter of getting my camera to play nice with my e-mail. Its going to blow your mind though. No Joke.
Whiskey looks like a bobcat. A ferocious bobcat.
if you really lik furry fat big headed boy kittens, it’s a good think you’ve never been close to benny.
–he’s enormous, has no neck, and he’s very affable.
I think you should totally shuffle that poem in with your clips as you set out to make a name for yourself in the SF literary/journalistic world.
And judging by the photos, two kittens was the only way to go.
It appears to me as if Whiskey is raising his furry clasped paws in the air to declare victory – much like a triumphant boxer would. Prior to posing for your photo shoot, did he happen to lay a little whoop-ass down on that cutie Zelda?
I’m not sayin’ nuffink. But I’m just sayin’ – shizz gets crazy in the animal world. That’s just NATURE.
i want to steal your cat and it’s giant mouth.
awesome.
Oh wow! You get two cats, I get zero cats. That’s understandable though. I like them both.
Excellent poem. Also, I love the pussies! I’m with Dane, though: the less hair the better.
Do you make your bed every day? Or is that merely for blog purposes?
Also – that was the best poem I’ve ever read. And I’ve read three. And a half.
They are both awfully sweet. We adopted two kittens once. They tore the shit out of my couch and my mattress.
Good luck with that and congratulations!
Mark my words, mark them well! The tuxedo cat will prove to be smarter (therefore more evil) but the other cat will make up for it with sheer mass of shedding. Everyone will know you have a cat because of Kiala’s cat; everyone will know why you hate having cats because of Dane’s cat. Enjoy!
fat round kitten heads make me want to explode the cuteness is so overwhelming.
KITTENS!!!
Aw. Whiskey was the name of my cat who was alive my whole young life til I was in my 20’s.
I feel all sad now.
Congrats on the kittens. I too have a big fat boy cat name of Twig, and he is all that you could want in a cat and more. Only downside is due to his botched neutering, his ferociousness continued to grow, along with his head, so he kills things pretty much every day.
We had to put up a kill chart by the front door.
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