If there is one thing Kevin has learned about life with me, it is to never be surprised because really, anything is possible.
I may head out to wander the town with a visiting friend, only to have to call him and say "Hey, we're going to be later than I thought because I'm totally getting a tattoo right now! Also, can you please transfer some money from the savings account for me?" And because I am who I am and our lives are what they are, he will laugh and say okay and transfer the money for me.
Or I may go wine tasting with my best friend, and then come home with not just 5 bottles of wine, but 5 bottles of wine and TWO wine club memberships despite the fact that A) I get drunk on half a glass of wine now and B) he does not drink wine so C) wow, that's a lot of wine for our household! (That one did earn me a small eyeroll, I think.)
People have asked me if Kevin ever gets really, truly angry at anything and I said "Not really, except for bowling. Bowling pisses him off." But last week I really tried his patience when I called him in the middle of the day and "asked" if we could take in a kitten that was currently in the possession of my (who is 12 years old and so not really the most clear thinker in situations like this) Little Sister. He said okay, mostly because (as he said, and I have to agree with) the decision had really already been made. And so because he loves me so very much and has the patience of a goddamned saint, I brought home a teeny, tiny little kitten last week. As I told my Little Sister, both she and the kitten are lucky that they are cute, because despite her teeny tinyness, the kitten is very much a Big Ball of PITA.
She's six weeks old, which means we can't test her for FIV or FeLV for another 3 weeks. And that means she is currently on lockdown in the bathroom, since our other cats cannot be exposed to her until she's cleared. She had fleas and ringworm, and has to go in for a lime sulfur dip every weekend until the ringworm clears up, so we are now fanatical hand-washers. Skin cultures and fecal testing and baths and vaccinations and exams and yadda yadda made her a $400 kitten. (I told Kevin that at that price, maybe we should name her Caviar since the cost per ounce is about the same.)
We did not name her Caviar (Little Sister had named her Oreo but I am against naming pets after food products); her name is instead Vivianne, because she is prissy and petite and adventurous all at once and Vivianne just fits her. We call her Vivi for short, but have also taken to calling her Chowhound (since she eats VERY WELL) and Snack (since at 1.8 pounds she is perfectly snack sized for Abbie). She already recognizes Kevin and I as "her people" and purrs like the dickens when we go in the bathroom and she hears our voices. She would very much like to leave the bathroom now, and has learned how to both climb up your legs if you are wearing pants and how to jump from the top of her carrier to the toilet. She is totally getting her claws clipped tonight.
So May has been an adventurous month for us. There was a car that crashed into our building, I bought a lot of wine, I got a tattoo and now, we have a kitten. On the good side, Kevin can never say that life with me is boring. (And he has other proof too.)
Guess it's a good thing I'm so cute too.
I may head out to wander the town with a visiting friend, only to have to call him and say "Hey, we're going to be later than I thought because I'm totally getting a tattoo right now! Also, can you please transfer some money from the savings account for me?" And because I am who I am and our lives are what they are, he will laugh and say okay and transfer the money for me.
Or I may go wine tasting with my best friend, and then come home with not just 5 bottles of wine, but 5 bottles of wine and TWO wine club memberships despite the fact that A) I get drunk on half a glass of wine now and B) he does not drink wine so C) wow, that's a lot of wine for our household! (That one did earn me a small eyeroll, I think.)
People have asked me if Kevin ever gets really, truly angry at anything and I said "Not really, except for bowling. Bowling pisses him off." But last week I really tried his patience when I called him in the middle of the day and "asked" if we could take in a kitten that was currently in the possession of my (who is 12 years old and so not really the most clear thinker in situations like this) Little Sister. He said okay, mostly because (as he said, and I have to agree with) the decision had really already been made. And so because he loves me so very much and has the patience of a goddamned saint, I brought home a teeny, tiny little kitten last week. As I told my Little Sister, both she and the kitten are lucky that they are cute, because despite her teeny tinyness, the kitten is very much a Big Ball of PITA.
She's six weeks old, which means we can't test her for FIV or FeLV for another 3 weeks. And that means she is currently on lockdown in the bathroom, since our other cats cannot be exposed to her until she's cleared. She had fleas and ringworm, and has to go in for a lime sulfur dip every weekend until the ringworm clears up, so we are now fanatical hand-washers. Skin cultures and fecal testing and baths and vaccinations and exams and yadda yadda made her a $400 kitten. (I told Kevin that at that price, maybe we should name her Caviar since the cost per ounce is about the same.)
We did not name her Caviar (Little Sister had named her Oreo but I am against naming pets after food products); her name is instead Vivianne, because she is prissy and petite and adventurous all at once and Vivianne just fits her. We call her Vivi for short, but have also taken to calling her Chowhound (since she eats VERY WELL) and Snack (since at 1.8 pounds she is perfectly snack sized for Abbie). She already recognizes Kevin and I as "her people" and purrs like the dickens when we go in the bathroom and she hears our voices. She would very much like to leave the bathroom now, and has learned how to both climb up your legs if you are wearing pants and how to jump from the top of her carrier to the toilet. She is totally getting her claws clipped tonight.
So May has been an adventurous month for us. There was a car that crashed into our building, I bought a lot of wine, I got a tattoo and now, we have a kitten. On the good side, Kevin can never say that life with me is boring. (And he has other proof too.)
Guess it's a good thing I'm so cute too.
1 Comments:
you are the only woman i know who can write a longer entry about her cats then she can about herself...lmao
and you're all cute.
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