Tuesday, October 25, 2005

lots of pussy.

it finally decided to be fall in Texas about two days ago. when i went to my car at 5:45 in the fucking morning yesterday, my car thermometer read 52 degrees. i've spent the last two nights shivering under the covers. apparently the houses here are built to easily disperse heat (i.e., no insulation evident), but they are also built to really let in the cold. off goes the air conditioning for another season, which is all the better, because now the sounds of the 59 overpass (a mere fifty feet away) can lull me to sleep.

so i've spent the last week or so in abject allergic misery, due mostly to the fact that i had volunteered to take care of Amanda's bastard of a cat during the week she was on vacation. Don Quixote is his name, because he attacks everything. but Amanda's taken to calling him El Gato Negro, or the black-hearted one.

every day i'd come in, something else would be destroyed. first he ripped open his bag of dry food and scattered it across the kitchen floor. then it was a small porcelain box, smashed on the floor, its jewelry contents scattered to the four corners of the apartment. then it was his litter bag torn apart and all over the bathroom floor. then, the day before Amanda came home, he got into her knitting yarn (which was in a sealed plastic box, incidentially). i found it tangled and scattered across the living room, as well as a box of clothing, which he had somehow managed to tear into.

and it wasn't like i was leaving for the whole day. i was there twice a day, every day, and each time i was there i tried to hang around and play with him for at least twenty minutes. he's a beautiful cat, with unusual markings. he looks like a brown and black tabby cat with white paint splashed on him, and he has a long, plumed tail. he's talkative, constantly mewing and trilling. and he's enormous. i can tell by the chunkiness of his build that, as big as he is, he's still not done growing.

but he's strange and excitable, gets frightened and distracted by the slighest thing, and has a tendency to bite and scratch and hates to be petted or rubbed. he acts like a person with ADHD.

i'm glad that chore is over, and Amanda made restitution in the form of two boxes of Tastykake Butterscotch Krimpets.

in other cat news, at The Pink House, Pookie, Germaine's mother, finally emerged with her newest litter of kittens. they are tiny and wary of me, hissing silently every time i come near. one is calico like Pookie, and the other two are black and white spotted. i've taken to calling them Thing 1 and Thing 2. they are so tiny and sweet, and Germaine seems to be taking the role of big brother and babysitting while Pookie goes out galavanting (probably getting pregnant again, argh!). this morning as i was leaving to go to work i came upon all them on the front porch. Germaine was curled up, soundly asleep, with the three kittens piled on top of him.

1 Comments:

John said...

It's plenty cold here, too (relatively speaking, of course), but at least it stopped raining for the moment.

After a couple of weeks of rain, I don't mind the cold that much.

6:13 PM  

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