New Developments

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I wanted a bunny. I think I wanted a bunny ever since I was old enough to know what a bunny is. My mother wasn't terribly fond of pets and apartment living wasn't conducive to that desire either, so finally... finally after moving into our house, the bunny escalated on my "this-dream-is-possible list". Thankfully, I bunny-sat a terribly cute but awfully unfriendly rabbit named Biscuit one week, prior to any purchases. She successfully cured me of my bunny desires. She was sweet, but I would end up fuming every time I had to play "catch the rabbit" as she streaked into places where I couldn't reach her. (And I won't even get started on the pooping habits of a rabbit.) So right then and there I knew that a pet would need to run towards me in order for us to be a match.

Vince's sister Jessi generously provided me with such a pet at Christmas. Enter Gyspy = a completely lovable, frizzy ball of kitten. She's been providing much entertainment, amusement, and frustration ever since. Its a delightful combination, I think.
  

She's going through a "lets scratch, bite, and chew on everything in sight" spurt. At least I hope its a spurt. I think the part of me that is like my mother is just too stingy to buy ridiculously expensive toys and scratching posts for an animal. I mean, I can barely can bring myself to pay the price of cat food these days. (It will be just my luck if those sentences would pop up in some PETA lover's search.) But anyway, I've been improvising. And this week, we've discovered marshmallows. I accidentally dropped one and she played with it for an hour or more. What can I say, they sure are cheaper then catnip-filled fake mice.

Some days I feel like I have a toddler who just learned how to walk and get into everything. She just discovered how to take her jumping and leaping skills to a new level, literally. There is no longer any safe surface in the house, especially the kitchen counter. In fact, I get the feeling that she thinks that if there is any surface that has not been conquered, that she needs to remedy that in the next 24 hours. I've barricaded, I've rearranged... but she's a determined little booger. So I gave her bath and let her stalk imaginary foes on the kitchen counter 'til her little cat heart was content. Its probably a good idea not to eat at my house in the next, um, year.

I'm sure there's a huge difference between actual toddlers and mere cats. In fact, I really hope most days that this is not indicative to my parenting skills. For instance, I resolved this morning to train her to stay away from my house plants. I armed myself with a cup of water and dedicated my day off to teaching this kitten who was the boss around here. Cats hate water right??? Wrong. Not all cats hate water. And now all I have gigantic puddles of water throughout my entire kitchen (which she is sweetly lapping up), muddy cat-prints all over the hallway, and a cat who still thinks plants are the greatest resting place ever known to man. Ten minutes into my determined disciplining spree I gave up.  ...but hey, you win some, you lose some.

and I cannot believe I just wrote an entire post about a cat.

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  1. KarenFebruary 7, 2014 at 10:25 AM

    Hilarious! You're turning into a regular cat lady :)

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