Stuff. I should be watching DVR’d TV right now.
Posted on November 15, 2009 in pets | 3 Comments
We’ve enjoyed the past week with Mal, and he’s getting along pretty well with Chaucer. They’re a team when it comes to using the litter box: Mal takes a poo, and Chaucer comes in and covers it up for him when he’s done. Pickle continues to chase Mal around and Mal retaliates by running full-tilt at her and then jumping over her. Pickle also likes to engage in the sloooooowest chases ever. She goes really slowly up to Mal, and then tries to bite him. They’re still being supervised, although not as much as last week.
The only issues that we seem to be having is a slightly constipated kitten and another cat who won’t use his own damned litter box. It’s a territory thing I think. That doesn’t make it less annoying when we have to clean Chaucer’s ginormous shits out of the tiny kitten-sized litter box. Oh, and the fact that for the last few days they wake us up in the wee hours of the morning. Most of the time it starts because Mal will get up to use the box and Chaucer will get up and scare him in the bathroom, which then becomes Mal chasing Chaucer and Chaucer turning around and chasing Mal around the house. This morning it was just Mal, who was enjoying racing up the bed, onto my night table, then back down the bed as fast as he could.
I’ve forgotten how fun and tiny kittens are. When we got Chaucer he was already almost 4 months old, so he was never teeny to us. Mal, according to the vet, was under the 10 weeks they told us he was at the shelter, and he’s just a little 2.5lb ball of energy. He never walks. I mean, why walk when he can run, right? He jumps onto us, and onto the couch, and onto Chaucer’s tail. He stands by your feet and begs you to pick him up, and when you do he snuggles up close to you like he never wants you to put him down again.
In non-cat-news, Eddie and I did the jump from 2g to 0g jewelry. Ouch. It’s a hurty jump.
And I’ll get a picture of him on the desk for you!
I love crazy cats. Mine is about five now and she still does those spazz runs.
I do not have the patience to gauge down that far. I bought the smallest size only because it’s the one earring material that I am apparently not allergic to… and only in the first three (well, two now) holes. It doesn’t make any freaking sense.
Do you have pictures of your gauges? I want to see, because I’m vicarious like that.
I’m only planning on going up one more gauge. I figure that 00g is big enough to be considered “stretched” and not so huge that I get looked at weird. And my ears are funny – when I first got my lobes pierced at age 6 they were very, very sensitive. I wore a pair of cheap earrings and my ears blew up, and I was so traumatized by the experience of having them both infected and the subsequent removal and insertion of gold ones that I left those gold ones in for 5 years.
Now? The only thing I’ve had a reaction to was a pair of acrylic ones that decided to get funky and disintegrate in my lobes, but I spent a day with a straw from Subway jammed in one of them after I lost some 2g jewelry with no issues at all. I’m having a bit of trouble with one lobe today, but I think that’s more related to the stretch than the jewelry (a swanky pair of bone and horn spirals). And we’re getting some prettiful glass ones later this week, which I think will be even better.
Hot!
Sometimes I think about going bigger, but I’m far too impatient to go through all that. Repiercing my ears and bellybutton is annoying enough.
Ever notice that straws have a lot of potential? You can chew on them, drink with them, use them as earrings, pretend they’re popsicle sticks and make projects… Oh the potential!