reading: Little Children, by Tom Perrotta. By “currently reading”, I mean “I’ll probably start reading it today.” Just so you know. Awesome reader Martha sent me her copy. Martha rocks!
Finished last night: Blind Pursuit, by Brian Harper. As I say far too often these days, I ended up staying up really late last night to finish this book. There was one part during a chase scene where I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest. A damn fine book, this one.
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We ::gasp!:: left the house yesterday and ::gasp!gasp!:: went to the movies, to see
War of the Worlds. The last time we went to a movie together was when we saw
Minority Report two years ago. In the same theater, even, I think.
Not a bad movie, War of the Worlds. I was a dumbass and forgot to bring my long-sleeved shirt from the car, so I sat in the theater and froze to death the whole time. Probably, that $4 medium-sized Diet Coke with six pounds of ice didn’t help, either.
I do love that cute little Dakota Fanning, and the kid who played Tom Cruise’s son was pretty good too. He bore a striking resemblance to Tom Cruise, too, I thought.
Fred thought the ending was kind of a rip-off, but I thought it was okay.
Speaking of movies, we watched
Office Space Saturday night. That movie just never gets old, it really doesn’t.
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While we were on our way to the movie theater, we were at a red light, and Fred said something about a pigeon that had landed on a bit of grass on the other side of the red light, and I turned my head and looked at him and said something, and then this battered car pulled up next to us. In the battered-looking car were four guys – mid-twenties, I would guess – and I think some of them had tattoos or piercings or whatever, and I glanced over at them as the guy in the front passenger seat turned his head toward us, and then he said something to the other badass-wannabes in the car, and one by one they all turned and looked at us – or rather, I guess, they looked at me, since Fred was staring at the red light and waiting for it to change.
“Why are those boys looking over here?” I said between clenched teeth to Fred, and leaned back so they couldn’t see me (or, at least, as much of me).
“I don’t know, stop staring at them!” Fred snapped.
“I wasn’t STARING AT THEM, I was looking at you, fucker!” I said.
And then the red light turned green, and there was the squeal of tires, and I said “Was that you?”, and Fred said “That was not me.”, and the battered-looking car with the four badass-wannabes went zooming by us, and then one of the wannabes hung him arm out the window and gave us the finger.
And we burst into laughter, which was probably not the shaking, quivering, scared-to-death reaction they were looking for. But really, is there anything less threatening than giving someone the FINGER? Pull my hair, scratch me, kick me, punch me, but PLEASE. PLEASE, for the love of all that is holy, DO NOT GIVE ME THE FINGER!
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Y’all, I am sad today. I went to the petstore this morning to clean ‘n feed, and there were two empty cages. I think this means that the kittens will be going to the petstore shortly, and I am going to MISS those little fuckers.
I expect to get an email or call at some point today or tomorrow, and the lady who runs the shelter to tell me to take the babies to the store. WAH!
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Speaking of cat-related things, so far we’ve
raised $1399.40, which is SO awesome! The first few checks arrived in the PO Box, which is cool, and the PayPal funds from Friday have arrived in our checking account, which means I’ll be running up to the shelter tomorrow to give them the first big check. Thank you all so very much for your donations – and if you haven’t had a chance to donate yet, please consider doing so. Every little bit helps more than you can know.
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The kitten section.
Remember how the other day I told y’all that Peanut and Flossie like to savor their water? Well, describing it doesn’t quite do it justice, so I got a little movie of Peanut doing it.
Check it out.
Last night I told Fred that if they were characters in a novel, Oy would be the brilliant, evil brother, and Edgar would be the slow, good-hearted brother who triumphed in the end. I swear, Oy bounces around so bright-eyed and full of energy that it’s hard to get him to stand still. Last night Fred stood up with a blanket over his shoulders, and Oy FLEW across the room and climbed up the blanket to Fred’s shoulder in about two seconds. He’s full of it, that one. Edgar, on the other hand, enjoys playing, but he also really likes to be up again my leg, playing with his tail, or watching his brothers and sisters run around. He’s the one with the loudest purr, too. I pick him up, and you can hear him from two rooms away. Edgar’s the one I worry most about, as far as being adopted, because he’s not as cute as his brothers and sister – he reminds me of a boxer who’s gone a few rounds – but he’s such a sweet, sweet guy.
Well, I worry about Flossie, too. She can be so timid and unwilling to be held, though in the last few days she’s gotten to the point where she’ll stand in front of me and put her paws on my chest and ask to be petted.
Damn, I love these kitties.
Peanut, taking a moment mid-fight with Flossie, to lick his nose.
Egg decided he needed to be in the sleeve of my sweatshirt. He climbed in, hung out for a few minutes, then…
…turned around and came back out!
Miss Flossie shows off her fangs.
Oy gives someone the Manson lamps.
Egg prepares for the dismount.
“Egg! Egg! Hey, Egg! I’ve got some primo catnip, come get some! Don’t tell Oy, though. He’s a ‘nip hog.”
I love the way his toes are just sitting there, over his shoulder, for no apparent reason.
“Bahahah! Ha! Hee! Whoo, I think that catnip made me high…”
The yawn-and-stretch. Is there anything cuter than little pink cat toes? I think not!
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“How YOU doin’? You wanna come up to my place, sniff some catnip, and check out my new cat toy?”]]>
OMG I’m getting depressed with you!!! I’m going to miss hearing about those little guys.
My goodness! Just what are you putting in their water anyway? Never seen a kitten looks so happy sipping away.
“OMG I’m getting depressed with you!!! I’m going to miss hearing about those little guys.”
Ditto!
If I didn’t already have 3, I would so drive down there to adopt OY. I wuv me some Oy!
and here I was gonna say if Flossie isn’t adopted, YOU could adopt her!! Only you would have to rename her an “S” name….like Sossy so she wouldn’t be confused….OR Sassy! lol
And Office Space…gotta love poor Milton:
“I was told that I could listen to the radio at a reasonable volume from nine to eleven, I told bill that if Sandra is going to listen to her headphones while she’s filing then I should be able to listen to the radio while I’m collating so I don’t see why I should have to turn down the radio because I enjoy listening at a reasonable volume from nine to eleven.”
I just made a donation in memory of Mia (sorry it couldn’t be a larger one!). I’m so sad about Mia. On the other end of the spectrum, it’s been so much fun watching the little ones grow – thank you so much for posting all those videos!
Not sure if this is possible or not…but if you’re worried about the kittens being adopted, maybe on the outside of the cage you could hang a few photos from when they lived with you. The cutest ones, like that sleeve one. People would be drawn in by those, as we all have, and then the kittens will have a chance to show off once the bait is set.
umm..yeah I know its off the subject (even though I am sad that the kittens won’t be around much longer) but I noticed how in some of your pics with the blinds in the background they are messed up. How I love the kitties who cant stay out of the window! heh My cat does it all the time and I stay in an apartment so I have to pay for it when I move. Guess that’s the plus of living in a home.
I hope the kitties don’t have to leave! I will miss them also!!!
Cute video! And I adore the picture of Edgar peeking out of your sleeve. How cute!
We have 2 baby kitties that were born in mid-April and they love playing with my empty Diet Mt. Dew 12 pack boxes. And plastic sacks. Wish they would always stay that little and playful. *sigh*
I agree with Jenn — but perhaps you could also provide the URL of this site for anyone who adopts one of the kittens. That way, they could look through the archives and read about the wonderful caring, loving way the kittens grew to their current age. I know I would LOVE to have such a history for any of my cats, but alas, most of mine are strays of unknown origin.
I dunno. Flossie’s got that moustache thing going for her and that makes her pretty distinctive. She’ll probably get quite a bit of attention at the shelter. And if Edgar has a good purr on him and he’s gentle(-ish) that’ll get him some attention because he’s more family friendly that way. It’s the hellions that I’ve always had trouble placing because a lot of parents are concerned about their houses and children getting shredded by a super active kitten. I always try to send those kittens home with another kitten. And Jenn’s right… Put up a couple of those cute pictures with a nice blurb, and they’ll go home in no time.
Aww maaaaan. I know better than to look at kitten pictures. It’s like saying “we can just lay here together”
*thinks about kitten whiskers and pink toes*
awesome pictures, fun site!
I think all of your readers have enjoyed the pictures of the kittens as much as I have, and look forward to them every day. SO, I think the only alternative is…(for not only you, but also for your loyal readers), for you to get another set of foster babies the moment this group has to leave. I see that as the only way to curb the depression we will all face. We are all going to be so sad to see the darlings leave! Sob.
I just want to say I’m *still* giggling madly over Fred saying “God?” Brilliant! Who doesn’t love a little Judy Blume humor?
The smacking sounds! SO FUNNY!
Just (DON”T) do it. No giva da kitties away.
(subliminal message)
Just remember, you only live once! Think of the joy they have brought you (and us). No matter how many other kitties you foster, none will ever be as close to your heart as the first ones. Subsequent foster kitties will be easier to let go, but these,,,,ahhh this bunch, they are special….
(Did any of that work? I can think of more stuff if’n i have to. :o)
It sounds like you didn’t get to see Fred’s pigeon very well. Are you familiar with Magical Trevor’s pigeon? http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/magical+trevor+2/
I swear, Dennis and I must be the only people on the planet who really didn’t like Office Space.
I think you need to keep one of those kittens. You know you want to! I think Flossie’s the girl for you.
Yeah, those kids were real bad-asses, giving you the finger and all–LOL. You know you wanna keep one or two of those kittens . . . .
Edgar was my pick the first time you put photos of the kittens on your site, Flossie was a close second. So, I have to hope other people will see Edgar as the prize that he is, and having a loud purr is icing on the cake.
Okay, I’m driving myself nuts. When was the reference to Judy Blume? I can’t find it!!!! Arrggghhhh.
Elissa: It’s in this entry:
http://journal.bitchypoo.com/archives/2005/06/10.html
in the paragraph that begins Reason number 69,298,984 why I married that man.
Re: War of the Worlds. Ending was a rip-off?!! It ended just like the book! *makes a note next to Fred’s name on The List*
Re: Office Space. My favourite movie ever. “Paper jam? How can it say paper jam when there is no paper jam?”
Re: the kittens. I love them all. I would drive to your house and kidnap one, but then my cats would lock me out of the house.
Thank you Robyn!!!!! :))))))
Love me some Spanky. I love the ‘Sexy Spanky’ look he’s got in that picture.
Having once worked in an animal shelter, I think I can speak as a (kitten smitten) authority that you DON’T need to worry about them not being adopted – they’re all adorable and they’re kittens! Sure, some are cuter, friendlier, cuddlier, but in the end, people are absolutely nuts about kittens. We would get hundreds of kittens every year and it was VERY rare for any of them to be in the shelter more than like two weeks. And I live in farm country, so it’s not like kittens are some scarce resource around here.
That being said, I’m going to miss the little cuties too! I hope you and Fred will continue to foster!