so it's been a while, but i figured the best way to celebrate being back in school was to skip the first three days of class and update my livejournal. old habits die hard, no?
let's see. how long has it actually been since i updated? ... just over two months. not a lot of note has happened in that time, but what happened is of much note, so note it i will. the main things that come to mind are kittens and otakon.
first, kittens!!! my crazy step-grandparents are always feeding stray cats (which is very nice of them, and their own prerogative, but expensive and getting out of hand). this leads to them constantly having stray kittens that need homes. recently, i heard of a place called alley cat advocates in louisville (part of the nationwide alley cat allies program) which spays and neuters stray cats for free, provided they are going to be released into the wild again (in other words, they don't just fix your pets for free for you). this is a wonderful idea because it gets rid of the cat overpopulation problem without just killing cats for no reason. if a cat can make it in the wild, more power to them. the problem is, since it's a relatively new organization here, and the only one of its kind, there's a two-month waiting list to get the cats fixed.
well, i didn't know how long the wait was going to be, and i caught eight of the twelve kittens that were living there at the time. one of them bobbo's mom was going to adopt (yes, i've decided to abandon cute nicknames for people, because coming up with cute nicknames for new people is about as much hassle as coming up with cute names for kittens), and i was thinking about adopting two myself, leaving five that still needed homes, and seven kittens plus two adult cats in bobbo's condo. we were overrun with cute.
fortunately, bobbo has been very good about all these extra kittens. he even really likes one of them, and might wind up adopting him (he's at least hanging onto him for me for the semester). also fortunately, we found homes for two more, and we have two people thinking about taking a third. on the less fortunate but predictable end of things, i have convinced myself that where two kittens are good, four are better! i will definitely be keeping three, and if bobbo decides not to keep the last one after all, he will be my fourth, bringing me up to a total of six cats. i always knew i would become a crazy cat lady before i became an old lady. so what that i'm only allowed to have two pets in my apartment according to the lease. what's life without living dangerously?
so now, a rundown on the kittens' vital statistics, for those of you who care. the one bobbo's mom adopted, tinkerbell, was the sweetest one when we caught them all. she's a medium/long haired kitten (i've never seen a long haired cat as a kitten, so i don't know how to judge such things), and she's mostly white with big brown patches. i'd never seen a brown cat before, like chocolate-labrador brown, but there were two of them among these kittens. anyway, she's becoming less shy around bobbo's parents, and gets along with their other cats well, which is good.
the other brown and white one, calamity (i'm sure her name has been changed since being adopted, but i don't know what to), was the pissiest one of the original four. fortunately for her, she had finally started to come around and let females hold her when charlie's friend jen came over to see about adopting one. none of the kittens are very keen on bobbo, of course, because he does mean things to them like put them in the freezer, put their heads in his mouth, and stomp around and startle them on purpose. because of that, they're a little bit wary of guys in general. so she was the second one out of the house. i haven't heard how she's been doing since then.
the third one to be adopted was tigger, who has since been renamed to vash the stampede. he's a short haired tiger striped kitten. i was not sorry to see the little bastard go. he was absolutely terrified of people. if you managed to catch him, he usually clawed you something fierce trying to get away. he was the only one of the kittens who wouldn't come close enough to take a cat treat, and he spent most of his time hiding behind the dryer or under the couch. towards the end, he was finally coming out to play with the other kittens when humans were in the room, but if he noticed you looking at him, he ran and hid immediately. so i have no idea why charlie decided he wanted to adopt him. however, apparently he has gotten a little bit used to people, and is very energetic and playful when you can get him to be around you, so i guess he'll turn out alright.
the one we're still trying to find a home for is sasha, a short haired, all-black male. yes, you nimwits, sasha is a male name in russia. look it up. anyway, at first he was a little bit panicky like tigger/vash, but he came around quickly enough, and will now sit still to be petted even by bobbo, although if you offer him a cat treat he's likely to take half your finger off with it. bobbo's coworker is talking to her landlord about permission to have a pet, and if all goes well, he will be adopted soon. yay!
the kitten bobbo may keep, or else i will, is sid vicious, and believe me, he earned that name. he is one of the cutest kittens - not-quite-short grey hair with white patches, soft as can be, long white whiskers - and the meanest by far of all the kittens when we caught them. he bit through a leather glove into my thumb, which bled. when we first caught the second set of four, we kept them separate from the kittens we'd had for a while, who were becoming friendlier. as the upstairs kittens mellowed out, we moved them downstairs, until only sid was left. all that time, and for a few days after he was the last one upstairs, when you opened the door to his room, he laid his ears flat and growled and hissed nonstop until you picked him up, and once you put him back down. however, once he was the last kitten upstairs, he got lonely. he cried and cried, but for a few days if you opened the door, he still hissed. finally, he got to the point where he didn't hiss anymore and actually walked out the door towards you when you opened it, and he's just kept getting better. he's actually the most affectionate of all the cats. he's all lovey and talky when you come in the room, and jumps up to be petted if it even looks like you're reaching your hand down to him, and if it doesn't look like it... well, he's mastered the art of climbing clothes without digging his claws into the skin underneath. he will sometimes leap off the bed and latch on at my waist. it's the cutest thing ev4r. the only downside is, if we let him hang around the other kittens, he gets less interested in human companionship and becomes a little bratty, so we've been having to keep him upstairs in bobbo's room while the other cats are out. oh, he's also noticeably older than the other kittens.
the one i wasn't originally planning to keep but have suckered myself into is max, short for maximillian, regardless of what bobbo might tell you. he's one of the smallest ones, with poofy black-and-silver striped fur. he seems likely to wind up a long-haired cat. he came with the second batch, but because he's so much younger, he came around quickly. he did spend a lot of time hiding under the couch at first, but now he's all lovey and will walk right up to me to be petted. also, he doesn't seem to mind being held for short periods of time.
the male i was planning on keeping from the beginning is spike. he's pretty small, too, and i think he and max might be brothers (with so many mother cats running around, it's hard to be sure who's related to whom). he's poofy, too, with bluish-grey fur, and a white spot on his throat. he's a little bit more skittish than max, but he's very talkative, and he also doesn't mind being held, once you catch him. in fact, he kind of goes completely limp. it's a little weird. also, he and max don't seem to mind getting baths, which is also weird.
the female i was planning to keep from the beginning is drusilla. i'm pretty sure she's sasha's sister (and tigger/vash's). she's black, with some white spots on her throat and belly, and a tiny white tip on her tail. she's very playful, and likes to climb clothing (although, unfortunately, she hasn't figured out the difference between clothes and legs. in fact, i will never wear a short skirt around her again for precisely that reason), but she hates bobbo the most of all the cats. in fact, when he was feeding them for me during otakon, he reached down for the bowl and drusilla chomped on his arm! rotflmao. granted, it was probably way past their dinnertime ("what, you wanted me to feed them, too?"), and i'm sure he had it coming, but it just goes to show how much she dislikes him. ah well, she likes me plenty, and that's all that matters.
joe and joules are adapting to the kittens gradually. joules still hates them, and hisses/swats if they come too close, which is all the time, but occasionally she finds it in her to sleep on opposite ends of the same chair with one or two. joe is pretty good about them, generally, unless they try to play with his tail. fortunately, the kittens are entertained enough wrestling with each other, so none of them try to engage joe and joules in play, unless joe's tail is twitching just too much to resist.
okay, this has been a long update, so i'll talk about otakon in a second post. ja!