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We've Gone Insane
So, on Tuesday, Catchild and Louis are out at Wal-Mart getting stuff (Louis's work drinks, if I remember right) and Dragon and I are at Sanctuary watching the two older girls.
Catchild and Louis get back, and I notice that Louis is carrying a blue plastic container with a lid on it. Catchild starts calling the kids over, and I remember that Louis was wanting to get a kitten for a while now, so I think to myself: "He got a kitten, and he's showing it off to everyone" with no small amount of envy and regret.
Then he took the lid off.
There were six kittens in the box. One for Louis, one for each of the girls, one for me, and two to go to whomever they please.
The girls picked their kittens out on Tuesday night, I left the issue of which one I belonged to to the kittens. I was claimed sometime on Wednesday by a handsome white fellow with a small gray patch on his head. His name is Kaelas. His twin (the only real difference is a somewhat darker head patch and the hint of a grey eyepatch) Snowflake was claimed by the younger of the potty-trained children.
The eldest claimed the only girl in the bunch, a lovely grey, tan, and cream calico (tri-coloured on a grey base - beautiful!) named Kali-co, Kali for short. Louis claimed (and was claimed by) a black on grey tabbey (sp?) named Stavan. He has a very high-pitched, squeaky meow.
That leaves the last two, who also happen to be the smallest. Smoke and Ash appear to be just barely six weeks old. They're another set of twins, and are a lovely shade of almost pearl or moonstone grey with some stripes almost the exact same shade showing up here and there. Ash has most emphatically claimed Ebon, although Ebon is trying to deny it.
The other two cats are not amused. Blackston went to the vet overnight on Tuesday, and came back Wednesday to a house full of kittens. Sweetie was upset enough that Blackston was gone for a day, and then her people brought six new fluffballs into the house. On top of this, the kittens are too young to go outside, and Blackston isn't allowed out until the gash behind her ear heals up, so we've decided it's just easiest to not let any of the cats out.
Sweetie and Blackston have been hiding in mine and Warin's room a lot, as they seem to think that he had nothing to do with this. Therefore, they are seeking solace with the bear. The fact that he knows just where to scratch doesn't hurt, either.
We are busily kitten- and baby-proofing the house. The baby seems to think we got all these fuzzy chew-toys just for her, so we're also trying to keep the kittens intact.
Everything else aside, the kittens are fun, not to mention excellent stress relief.
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my vote is for insane
and have you seen those bumper stickers? "I see the screwup faery has been here again!" when i first saw that, i thought it said "I see the screwup. Faery has been here again!" funny, but my coworker, Rakim, said it the same way. then again, Rakim knew faeries before he was in this woman's body. so it's funny we both saw the same thing. anyhoo, this situation reminds me of the screwup faery. just remember that *I* am not the screwup faery! but she shall be soundly looked at and given a stern eyebrow.
oh, and calico cats tend to have odd temperaments. i think Kali invented them or something. there's a reason that the majority of them have named themselves calico or some variant thereof and are nicknamed "calley" or "Kali" or "callie" or what have you. my exfiance's mother was in vet assistant school and said that whenever calico cats came in, they would roll their eyes and shake their heads and mosey on over to the protective gear. having a calico cat (calley), i can see why they would react that way.