wayne on August 14, 2008
This is Kitty. Actually her name is Lil' f**ker and it's even on her paperwork, but we just call her kitty kitty, because sometimes there are kids around.
She's the princess of the house and is completely irritated that her home has been invaded by another cat, and a big stinky dog (coming soon to a post near you). She was here first after all, so what are all these other fur-balls doing here? She might ask inquisitively.
She's famous for hissing when the wind blows, or when she is forced into greeting the other animals around the house. Forced being they walk by her.
But we love her so, she is the princess of the house as we say. Never one to miss a meal, she's always underfoot with a mew and quack. Yes, my cat quacks.
We talk back to them to encourage the use of their vocal chords. Yet another reason for Jacq to say 'You're a f**king idiot' as lovingly as she does. hehe
Kitty Kitty was found years ago, she's probably about 10 years now, plus or minus 2 or 3. Not that it matters really, the fact is she's my baby and she knows it.
If you look closely enough you'll see those toes are tattoo free, at least, I think those are my toes. I'd hate to say I see a little hair on those legs, so they must be mine. Only to have Jacq read this and those turn out to be hers. I feel the smack upside my head already. *damn* I've been known for calling out feet wrong before...I don't want to talk about that. ;)
Finally, we have the great duck incident. . This was before Tigger and Brick, back when Kitty Kitty roamed freely, without having to leak any air towards other animals. Ah, those were the days of free meowing and endless plunder for Kitty Kitty. She managed to get one of the baby ducks from those two ducks you see in that picture. They're about to mate and make my life a living hell. That's a story in itself and will come later sometime.
I found Kitty next to Long Beach airport, just a baby still and whining her little hiney off in the rain. Yes, it was actually raining. I can't make this stuff up people.
She was my way out of a class that I really didn't want to attend in the first place, and I wondered why I signed up for it in the first place. I scooped her into a box, hit the classroom and simply looked and the teacher, wanting to tell her 'hey, I have a cat here doing big eyes at me, what the hell you expect me to do with it?' but really just saying, 'I'm not going to attend tonight' and leaving her wondering why the hell I even bothered to show up in the first place.
Kitty was coming home with me.
The first night at home, she literally slept on my head. On the pillow, but at the top of my head. I don't think I shaved my head back then, so it must have been fuzzy for her...my hair is naturally curly...tmi. Sorry.
So as I write these words of love for my Kitty Kitty, I realize that if I roll my chair back any at all, I'll never hear the end of it. Her tail is ever-present for my feet to do what I want with it. Kitty never likes it when I roll over her tail though. We had a discussion about that already, and I've agreed not to do it anymore.
That's my lil f**ker for you. Isn't she adorable?
