The Path to Endarkenment
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Day 1 of Kitten down: The Kitties have landed.
Yea, I know... What the hell does this have to do with Project Epica or Darkstar or the music or anything...
Well ya know, if you don't stop to pet a kitten or see the innocence of life, then why bother living it. Plus, how many occultists, light or dark survive without a familiar which is usually a cat?
So anyway... I'm up by the lick of cat (Bey that is) who does his usual slobber all over my head and give me sloppy kiss/head butts 'til I get up and feed him. There's a few things to be done... I'm already going into work late but I must do a quick vacuum for the new play area. Oh I didn't tell you? We spent last night making the livingroom into a bounce arena (bounce...Heh... Thanks, Fatamorgana for the advice. We'll get to the bouncing in a moment.). There's cardboard sealing off the 32" television land so there's no dusty cats sleeping with wires. Access to the dvd rack is now denied. Entrances to all backs of couches are secured and the hallway is cordoned off with a screen, the kitchen hall with a sheet. Yea... I said it... A sheet. It's stapled into the wall. Power stapled. Man tools... Uuurrgh!
A new box base of operations for them has been set up. Litterbox prepared. You'd think we were auditioning for SuperNanny. WK has had little sleep herself. Basically the plan was to limit the safe spots to a more orchestrated cordoning off.
10:17 am... I'm at the vets. A little bullshit and then the kits are in one of our carriers. Return to base, Panther Mobile.
10:35...arrive at destination. Take kits inside. Get food and water. Lay out screen blockade. Secure sheet. Release kittens. At first, there's not much resistance as before. The flee is a little less than before possibly from the other night. The problem girl actually nestled into Webkittyns lap for a moment while the boy ate. He likes to eat. I hear the girl won't eat. Were she human, she'd be the one who'd go out to dinner and say "I'll just have the salad". Continue reading...
Well ya know, if you don't stop to pet a kitten or see the innocence of life, then why bother living it. Plus, how many occultists, light or dark survive without a familiar which is usually a cat?
So anyway... I'm up by the lick of cat (Bey that is) who does his usual slobber all over my head and give me sloppy kiss/head butts 'til I get up and feed him. There's a few things to be done... I'm already going into work late but I must do a quick vacuum for the new play area. Oh I didn't tell you? We spent last night making the livingroom into a bounce arena (bounce...Heh... Thanks, Fatamorgana for the advice. We'll get to the bouncing in a moment.). There's cardboard sealing off the 32" television land so there's no dusty cats sleeping with wires. Access to the dvd rack is now denied. Entrances to all backs of couches are secured and the hallway is cordoned off with a screen, the kitchen hall with a sheet. Yea... I said it... A sheet. It's stapled into the wall. Power stapled. Man tools... Uuurrgh!
A new box base of operations for them has been set up. Litterbox prepared. You'd think we were auditioning for SuperNanny. WK has had little sleep herself. Basically the plan was to limit the safe spots to a more orchestrated cordoning off.
10:17 am... I'm at the vets. A little bullshit and then the kits are in one of our carriers. Return to base, Panther Mobile.
10:35...arrive at destination. Take kits inside. Get food and water. Lay out screen blockade. Secure sheet. Release kittens. At first, there's not much resistance as before. The flee is a little less than before possibly from the other night. The problem girl actually nestled into Webkittyns lap for a moment while the boy ate. He likes to eat. I hear the girl won't eat. Were she human, she'd be the one who'd go out to dinner and say "I'll just have the salad". Continue reading...
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