First, THANK YOU for your lovely, wonderful comments about Digit. A lot of them made me laugh, and some of them made me cry. The image of the limping coyote will always be with me (I saw one this morning on my way to work, just around the corner from the house, and I checked his legs for limps — he was fine, so he wasn’t The One). Your comments meant the world to me, thank you.
But you want more pictures, right? That’s why you’re really here. That’s why I would be.
Because I’m working a lot this week, and possibly all this weekend, and the kittens couldn’t come home with me until the night before I started back to work, I wanted a safe, secure place for them to be when we weren’t home. I wasn’t about to leave the two kittens with either: 1- our three curious dogs (although I’m sure Clara would have them reading Tolstoy by the afternoon), or 2- my yarn room.
So I bought a big ole crate in which to make this little nest, where they’ll stay for the next week or so while we’re not home and they get JUST a bit bigger and more confident:
Yes, people, that is a cashmere sweater inside the carrier. A cashmere sweater that Clara ate the sleeve from, but cashmere, nonetheless. A wool sweater that suffered the same fate is next to it, then a bit of carpet, and their litter box (they’re very well trained) and their food and water.
But the part I like it best is the hanging scratcher you can’t really see that I hung in the back, so they can climb, and that weird hammock looking thing hanging from the top. It was an impulse buy — I found it in the hamster section of the pet-product store — and it’s awesome. This is what they do A LOT:
There are two kittens in that picture. One is just sleeping and smushed.
This is Willie Joe. Willie for Shakespeare (rescued on WS’s birth and death day), and Joe for the Race That Knows Joseph (an Anne of Green Gables-ism for kindred spirits). He’s a little more timid, and will always have bed-head, I think. He’s not officially long-haired — he just has SOME long-hairs.
This is _______________ . Lala, being the best wife ever, let me bring home TWO kittens on a day we hadn’t even planned on getting one, so she gets to name this one. You can give her ideas, but please, for the love of god, let them be good ones. I didn’t know I would be a control freak about the name, but apparently I have strong opinions about it.
See how fluffy Willie is? And No-Name (Lala? Noname? Like the sushi?) is just a big spaz — confident and a little purrbox. I have yet to get Willie to purr. It’s my goal. I love them.
In other news, last night it is reported that I said in my sleep, "They were just spiteful Canadians, anyway." THAT IS SO FUNNY TO ME. I love sleep-talkers, and I love the fact that I am one, sometimes, and HELLO! There ARE no spiteful Canadians, so I’m proud of my sleep creativity!
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