i hear the voices when I'm dreaming

Currentest photo:



This is a) my horribly messy desk, with b) kitty settled on it and purring madly even though I am neither petting her nor being licked. She has beneath her a stack of papers / notepads / book / fuckifIknow, a ball of yarn, part of a dressing stick, a candle (not lit of course), and maybe some other things.

Conclusion: Cats can be comfortable in the strangest positions.

She has also fallen for the laser pointer dot of evil:



The first few times I tried it on her, she just gave me a "what on EARTH are you doing young lady" look of disdain. But she gets into feisty moods -- you know, the sort where she will pounce on invisible carpet animals, or attack the cat tree like it's been infested by demons -- and in those moods, she will chase the laser pointer. Down the hall, up the hall, around in circles, up the cat tree, down the cat tree, skidding onto the linoleum...

She sometimes stops and licks her paw / tail / nether regions, as kind of a "Okay I've humored you but I am so not falling for that again" memo.

Except that the laser pointer dot goes zip and then zap and off she goes.

(When she's near to losing interest she will track it but not actually go after it, and that's when I stop.)

She also has claimed as her own the couch:



and, when I'm not in it, my bed:



(When I am in bed, she will sometimes claim my chair. Which is kind of adorable.)

So I have (WoW) raid night on Thursdays, which means several hours of focused computer attention with a headphone on.

Despite the fact that she has access to me almost any other time, this d oes not sit well with Miss Kitty. It does not sit well at /all/.

I kind of had a sneaking suspicion of this last week, when she jumped on my desk and put one foot on my keyboard and almost ran me off the platform. (We were doing the lich king for shits and giggles, though mercifully we weren't actually actively playing at the time.) But hey, it was her first week, she was used to me dropping everything when she did the "I want attention" mrrrrp at me.

So this week, after a couple hours, she decides she wants Me Time.

Telling me this consists of increasing mrrrps and meows. Which I steadfastly ignore.

So she jumps from the floor onto my armrest, scrabbles up my arm and boob until she is stabilized, walks over my keyboard, and tries to eat the shiny moving bits on the monitor, which happen to be boomkins that are jumping up and down waiting for me to get back from kitty aggro.

....I was kinda giggling too hard to be as stern as I possibly should have been. /grin/

(naturally once I was done playing and went over to her she ignored me. Pointedly.)

Kitty (still not officially named, though I am trying out Suri to see how it fits) is an amazingly clawless cat. By which I don't mean that she's been declawed, because she hasn't; but she is very careful about when she uses her claws.

As an example? This morning, when I was up but in the process of getting dressed, she decided that my lap is Hers Dammit even if I don't have pants on. So she jumped from the floor to my bare legs -- no claws -- and then climbed halfway up my chest -- no claws -- and then, er, started licking my boobs.

(It is important to have a well-groomed Human, donchaknow.)

because I couldn't resist: nap time!



(last one for tonight, I promise.)

...well, sort of.



She seems perfectly content to semi-doze in the carrier. (And perfectly content to ignore ribbons and other fun things.)

It's ... kind of what I was expecting, and kind of encouraging because she's not totally flipping out, and kind of disappointing because she didn't immediately go "yay lap! let me jump up and doze and purr" even though I wasn't seriously expecting that. All things considered I'd rather have a calm uneventful homecoming than an Exciting one, but. idk.

I was hoping to get a better picture of her. Maybe later.

(apparently the foster mom had her for something like two years. I can kind of understand that -- mellow cats are less adoptable than "HI I AM CUTE KITTY LOOK I PURR AT YOU TAKE ME HOME PLZ" cats, and although I didn't know this before recently, black cats are less adoptable than others -- but still, I felt a little guilty on behalf of the foster mom, who's had this long to bond with her, and the cat, who's had the same home for a while and I don't think has realized yet that she's been moved. But then again, this gives the foster mom (who pointed this out) the chance to save some other kitty from a euthanizing shelter, so it's all good in the long run.)

(I am still both excited and terrified and flaily)

One week from today, I will have a kitteh.

I am simultaneously excited and terrified.

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Still need to cat-proof the yarn, and also get a scratching thingummy (that is properly cat-sized and not kitten-sized).

No clue what else I need to do I am kind of flaily augh.

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(I also still need to figure out a name. If I want to keep similar sounds, Kaisa is a frontrunner. If not, I have no idea. flail.)

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(I also also am convincedafraid that she will like my roommates a lot better than me. Yes, I have permalap, but I am not very good with the pettings. :/ )

So I am leaning closer to adopting a cat. It still scares the hell out of me because there is so. much. stuff. that I don't know about owning a cat. And there's so much opportunity for Doing It Wrong.

But on the other hand, KITTY.

(at the moment this is the frontrunner. She would be in the running except for the no-dogs warning; I want to leave the door open, metaphorically speaking, for a service dog.)

I know I don't have a cat yet, or even a definitive plan to for sure get one, but help me out here. What all would I need? Litterbox, litter, scratchy thingie, food, food and water dishes, laser pointer, ??? And how do I find a good vet? (and when should I bring a new kitty in for a checkup, since I know that "when they're sick" is not the best way to introduce cat to vet?)

And ... flail!

... to be used as blackmail in case she ever claims she wasn't on my bed ;)

( cuteness inside )

... mainly, dragons. >_>

* Grabbed a pygmy egg off the AP on dragcave. It was partly an "ooh I don't have one of those" click, but partly a nifty-code grab: co1L. Once it hatches, I'm planning on naming it Te5La co1L, because I am a giant dork.

(All dragons have unique random four-character codes. Usually they're gibberish -- UuVJ, rj5n, WQ3G -- but sometimes they can be accidentally awesome.)

* Despite the fact that dragon genders are randomized, they seem to cluster. My two summers are both male; whatcha wanna bet that and turn out male too? And will probably be female. Silly dragons. Stop with the gender clustering! It's okay to be different!

(This whole thing is actually part of the origin of the Dorkface lineage, or at least the name; way back when, one of the people kept getting male golds, and she threatened one hatchling that if it turned out to be another male, she would name it Dorkface. It did, and she did...)

* As a result of this gender clustering, I tend to get confused about the gender symbols, and about which sets need what; my ochres are female, and so I am vibing male vibes at my ochre hatchling; which resulted in me going "omg want" at someone offering a male summer. Of which I have too many males and not enough females. *headdesk* I even double- and triple-checked...

(ps I need a CB black female to mate with my Dorkface to try to breed an alt. The last CB black I got ... gendered male, of course. If anyone happens to grab a CB black and doesn't want it, I can breed anything off my scroll for you in exchange >_>)

* in non-dragcave dragon news, the angels-vs-dragons universe I'm theoretically writing has expanded into a three-"generation" story. (Not really generations, but partnerships and trainings: the angels work in pairs, either Jedi-esque master/apprentice training pairs or lifemate pairs, so there's W finding and training X, X partnering with Y, and Y finding and training and eventually partnering Z. And dragon politics in the background.) Not sure whether this will be a single novel or a trilogy type thing though with my current writing speed it won't be anything at all but since it started out as just the Y-Z story, it's ... well, changing. A lot.

(also, the Dragon of Upper-or-maybe-Lower Cotswold, being a dragon in a different story who suddenly learns to talk, is being a smartass.)

* in non-dragon news, Cute Kitty is still cute. I have secretly nicknamed her Tootsie Roll because she likes to roll around, and also licks herself a lot.

(Tabitha is still her official name though. Not that she responds to it.)

Tabitha (aka the cutest fluffiest adorablest kitty ever no I am not biased why do you asked) seems to enjoy the fact that the couch doesn't get used very much.

Right now she is asleep, or dozing, or something. She had been somewhat curled up with one paw over her nose; she shifted from that to curl-tucking her head, upside-down, against her leg.

(It's the sort of thing that doesn't look like it could possibly be comfortable, but probably is in some weird way.)