bitterdiva

Kitty Psychotics

Leeloo, the tabby cat who had kittens, is out of her mind. Last night yet again while we had a friend over Leeloo yet again decided to change her nest. First it was my roommate’s closet for the birthing and original nesting, then under my bed. She decided probably after I dragged them out under my bed that she needed a more secure location for them. Where did she put them? She dragged them in a corner among several garbage bags of clothing and on top of some clothes.

The poor kittens were squashed into a little tiny hole. I look at their cute little faces and think, “plastic bags and little kittens do not mix.” They have warnings on plastic bags “this is not a toy, keep away from children due to risk of suffocation.” Unfortunately due to lack of intelligence and opposable thumbs, cats can not read. So I as a guardian of a feline must recognize certain risks to her life and the lives of her three childrens.

I eventually grabbed one of my clothing bins and put her nesting blanket inside and place all three of them there. They love it! I thought Leeloo though was going to rip my face off for touching her precious wee ones numerous times. Then I said to her, “Leeloo, when I wake up in the morning you best damn well be lying in that tub with all three kittens.” She looked up at me with her dumb eyes meowed and settled down for some quality nursing time.

Well, when I woke up this morning, the first thing I checked before shutting off my alarm was to see if she moved them. She didn’t. Amazingly enough, I think she accepted the fact that I would not tolerate her just placing them in the most secure position which always turns out to be a death trap if left there. I guess my maternal instincts and her maternal instincts don’t quite mesh well together. But at least we found a suitable compromise. That and I could just sit on my bed watching their cute little faces as the try and crawl out.

The tabby male, the one that reminds me of Luke, an original cat of ours, he also reminds me of that damn picture, “Every time you masturbate God kills a kitten. Please, think of the kittens.” I definitely will have to put a picture up on here sometime soon!

How’s the rest of the week been shaping up? Let’s see a talk given to a certain person has set them straight for a while, even making me look bad, but whatever. Finally got the money to buy my vitamins. I thought Tuesday that I really was going to die, luckily now I’m better. Flowers and Chocolate for Admin. Professional’s Day. Resin chairs for the apartment. A purple lighter. A blown power supply for Beast. It’s really been a mixed bag of good and bad.

Lately I’ve had this deep desire to play The Sims. I lost my original copy somewhere in the move. I am assuming that the Gremlins stole it. Those damn bastards are always up to no good. They used to steal my Barbie clothes when I was a kid. They stole 8 dollars, contact lenses, and a pair of pants in the old apartment. These are also the same Gremlins that follow me to work and make various people trip in the office. Maybe they’re more of a Hobgoblin or maybe it’s the Hobgoblin from Spiderman, but that’s just fictional.

11:36 AM

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Posted by: Kristian at April 25, 2002 06:34 PM

Posted by: bitterdiva at April 26, 2002 09:03 AM

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