New Flatmates
One of my friends here was recently adopted by a street cat, who turned out to be pregnant. Now, I consider myself a dog person, but there are a select few cats that I can appreciate upon getting to know them personally. Meaning, they have to be willing to stoop so low as to actually socialize with a human who doesn't provide catnip on command and doesn't allow the use of their head as a pillow.Anyway, Mama Cat, as cats are wont to do, decided she needed a human host and has been living off my friend for a few weeks. She gave birth some time ago and they have finally located the kittens, hidden in the back of the house, defended by their fierce mother. I'm going to see them once she allows the outside world to observe her creations, and perhaps adopt one myself.
Before you cat-haters out there get on my case, I'd like to say that I can't get a dog anytime soon because I can't care for it properly, as much as I'd like to. I would really like to have a pet; fish are for eating and I routinely kill plants; and the cats I do like I REALLY like so I'm hoping this might work out. Plus, vet costs are WAY cheaper over here.
I realize that I am indulging in the New Parent syndrome by telling myself that, should I go forward with this, "MY cat won't be one of those arrogant, vain, slothful beings that only their fur-covered human hosts dote upon with a single-minded obsession, to the point of keeping the cat cleaner and better fed than themselves." The litter-box will be far, far away from the living quarters, for starters.
You have my permission to laugh at my naivete if this proves wrong, as long as I have your permission to point out when your kids are being the horrifying brats you swore they would never grow up to be. Also, my landlady would like a cat so if it doesn't work out I can donate the cat to her, whereas you are stuck with your kids forever.
The other new additions to my living situation are what seem to be a whole bunch of parasites, living in my digestive system. Those I am feeling rather less welcoming towards. Today I go to the hospital, after 2 days of not being able to stand up without the room spinning and plotting every movement in relation to its distance from a bathroom, in the hopes of procuring some really aggressive drugs to drive them out.
posted by Margot @ 1:50 AM
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