Another Saturday, another infusion of beyond-weapons-grade cute. You lot have no idea how hard it is to concentrate on an afternoon’s MMA fights* with a kitten reducing you to incoherent mush every fifteen seconds. But at least I can write it off as bidness: got a Geokittehs post out of Luna once again. She’s good at this stuff!
She even knows what my current project is. That’s talent!
It was nice to relax with happy kitties playing and sleeping, and athletes beating the tar out of each other, considering I’d been up until 3 in the ay-em working on research, and then up a further three hours because my brain refused to shut down. I suffer for you, my darlings. Look at how I suffer!
I have to sit there torn between making helpless squeeing noises at the kitten, and watching someone manage a knockout with a very nicely-timed kick to the head.
Today was rather hot by Seattle standards, but B and I ventured out for some daylight adventure with kitten. She’s getting good at stalking the feather-and-bell thingy.
That ear hair of hers cracks me up. She’s turning in to a beautiful cat with some offbeat features. Hopefully Misha will find her as charming as we do – we plan to introduce the two at some point because Misha could use some excitement. Rather than having a leisurely bathroom read this morning, I had to fend her off with the book. She was bored enough to gnaw my ankles. My fault, really: I closed the back door to keep the neighbor’s cigarette smoke out, and was too lazy to reopen it on her schedule. Bad kitty mommy!
Anyway. Back to the kitten, because who can focus on adult cats when there are bebbe kittehs around, amirite? One of the funniest moments was when we heard rustling outside the basement window, and looked up expecting to see Kirby. It wasn’t. Can you see past the adorable kitten to the flummoxed observer beyond?
Try going to the photo and viewing the larger sizes on Flickr if you’re having trouble seeing past the glare and the spider webs. Wot a larf, eh?
Aaaaand more sleepy kitten. Look at those little pink toeses!
In between naps and playtimes, Luna decided she would like to add herself to the cheese-cracker-and-apple plate we were nibbling on. It’s very hard to convince a kitten to stay out of your food. However, I have not spend much time watching sweaty people put other sweaty people in judo holds for nothing.
She crossed her little paws and stared up at me with melting eyes, until her daddy started taking pictures and she transferred her ZOMG-nuclear-cute! gaze to him. Show-stopper, that cat. Can reduce anyone to a gibbering fool in a nanosecond.
But the best moment of all was after dinner that evening, when I scooped her up and flopped her on her back, expecting her to do her usual squirmy-kitteh thing and wriggle off to go play. It’s a service I try to do Kirby on occasion: tire her out so he can have noms and a nap when he gets back from his expeditions. But you know how kittens are: when they wanna sleep, they sleep.
That’s when the catalanche happened.
Later, when we had her in the yard, Kirby came home. I hadn’t brought the camera out because fast kitties + nighttime = unhappy exposures, but damn, I wish I’d had it when they did the little nose-kiss greeting. Those two adore each other. Coulda had another catalanche, too, when Kirby pounced on her from atop a rock and they went tumbling down. People, you have no idea how bloody cute that is unless you’ve got kitties who play well together. Argh.
There’s your kitten fix. Should tide you over for a while. And I’ve got some proper blog posts just about ready for ye, including some book reviews that will hopefully have you howling. It’s already scribbled, just have to read it into the machine. Deprived myself of a kitten for an evening to get that done, I’ll have you know, and I think you can see from the above how difficult that is!
*Yes, we had MMA on the DVR, so we could replay. Only took us eight hours to watch three hours worth of fights.