Sunday, 8 March 2009

A good thing the world isn't run by kittens

It's International Women's Day today, and the feminist mind naturally turns to anarchosyndicalism, Olympic pole-dancing, and kittens. Because OH MY they're lovely, and if anyone's going to smash (whiskerise/ lick into shape/ scratching-postify) the state, what with its defence-budgeteering, globe-warming, sardine-commodifying ways, they are.

I emailed my friend Helen this week on matters film-going, and she emailed back on matters kitten-redistributing, and I emailed back ("I'd better think about it before I say yes") and then I emailed back again ("Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes") and yesterday I swung by Helenvillea, and came home with two new housemates:


and Beatrice

and Harriet

and Beatrice

whom you might happen to notice from the photos are pretty outrageously goshdarn gorgeous. Today they have had their first intestinal worming, learnt how to scale the armchair, spent 216 minutes attacking each other's ears, and 356 minutes asleep on top of each other's heads, and have excavated the litterbox and produced three triumphant poos each.

The only sadness has been Leonard, who came to the window twice today looking like Oliver Twist at his lowest ebb, and isn't allowed in until Bea and Harry have their vaccinations. I have a fantasy of Leonard appointing herself aunt in chief to these youngkers, teaching them how to scrounge free food from the hairdresser down the road, all the best stalking spots.

Naturally, I have been working on tomorrow's classes with undiminished concentration.


Jayne said...

They are splendiferous pusskins!
Who could have resisted? ;)

Dale Slamma said...

Kittens! I want kittens!

Martin Kingsley said...

*snorts* Trobian English program implodes spontaneously, police baffled. At least we few shall know the truth!

JahTeh said...

Teh Cuteness Overload.

But two kittens? This officially makes you half way down to road to crazy cat lady status, three quarters if we include Leonard.

Libby said...

Absolutely ridiculously cute. I can't handle the cuteness. I just can't HANDLE IT!

nailpolishblues said...

So it's four cats that maketh a crazy cat lady, JahTeh? Who decided on so few?

They are utterly gorgeous and I am envious.

Ampersand Duck said...

oh, oh, oh! [bliss]

Such a WISE choice to get two. They will keep each other entertained whilst you're out and egg each other on to such blissful heights of naughtiness to greet you with upon their return.

I hope Leonard doesn't pull too much rank. Vet bills can be very costly.

Great names, BTW.

Ampersand Duck said...

ahem... YOUR return.

You know what I meant.

More wine? Absolutely.

Carry on.

[DB: tobibins. cute as kittens.]

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

I was thinking of resisting, Jayne, kitten-adoption being A Big Responsibility, but I realise that if I'm old enough to own a fridge, I'm old enough to wrap cat poos in newspaper and chuck 'em in the bin.

Slamma, IknowIknowIknow. I want them to have lots of aunts and nuncles, so if you're ever down Melbourneway, feel free to visit them.

I'm embracing my inner cat lady, Jahteh and Nails, since my beaglemania's well established. Actually, happy to go for an all out Quadruped Lady status.

They're sisters, Duck. Were left in a box on a front door step, when they were far too little to be separated from their mum. So it seemed necessary to keep the two of them together, and I'm so glad we did. They self-amuse like nobody's business, and are right this minute lying in a pile on my armchair.

If I know you, Lib, you'll rise to the challenge of cuteness-processing.

Jo said...

It is Kitten Time, hence big words are not called for.