We has a Basement Cat and a JabbaWockey
Jun. 4th, 2010 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
layangabiNot ours, alas. Briony and I are currently cat/flat sitting for our two wonderful friends, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vivienne_aster and fnoo while they are abroad enjoying their honeymoon. So we are currently experiencing all the wonderful things we will experience when we finally (!) have our kittens.
For the first time in my life, I am experiencing what it would be like to have a cat as a writer's familiar, and you guys. Jabba (Who is affectionately nicknamed Jabberwocky) keeps jumping on the desk and crawling over the keyboard so I will stop what I am doing and pet him. He will then jump on my lap and grasp my arm. As in, he will put out his left paw and hook his left claw over my sleeve at the elbow. It is adorable. Because I am on a deadline, I had to eventually put down the law and refuse him access to my lap and the keyboard while I'm writing, but it was adorable. (He's quite put out about this, but I am making up for lack of desk-time by snuggling with him on the couch at night. And kitty treats, when he can stand to have them)
Lestat (who is Basement Cat) was cranky at us for a day or so for not being his person. (vivienne_aster did warn us this would be the case. But after Briony and I fed him, wooed with brush, kitty treats, and several meals, we have discovered his misanthropic reputation is (B: LIES! LIES AND TREACHERY he's just a big softy, really) He plays with his younger brother, has allowed himself to be patted, purrs very loudly to make his appreciation known. He's even rubbed up against our legs. Equally adorable (though more...cunning) are his attempts to gain access to Jabba's room by standing outside and meowing musically like Jabba. Which has worked. Once. I heard a meow, went to the door grumbling about cats and their inability to make us their mind as regards to in and out and found Lestat sitting where a Jabba should be.
Jabba meanwhile, wants all the attentions. NOW. NOW NOW. Which makes making sure Lestat gets love and attention too (which he does like, but is shyer and less devious about getting it) slightly more difficult. If we pet Jabba in Lestat's view, he will just sulk. But Jabbs will sneakily come up as if to rub himself against Lestat and take the pets for himself. If Briony and I are not careful, this sometimes results in two decidedly put -out cats. Briony is trying to be fair, and make it clear to Jabba that Lestat is entitled to his fair share of petting. He is not pleased.
In conclusion: CATS. OMG. I do not know how my father has dismissed them as evil misanthropes for YEARS. As in, ALL OF MY CHILDHOOD LIFE.
vivienne_aster and fnoo while they are abroad enjoying their honeymoon. So we are currently experiencing all the wonderful things we will experience when we finally (!) have our kittens. For the first time in my life, I am experiencing what it would be like to have a cat as a writer's familiar, and you guys. Jabba (Who is affectionately nicknamed Jabberwocky) keeps jumping on the desk and crawling over the keyboard so I will stop what I am doing and pet him. He will then jump on my lap and grasp my arm. As in, he will put out his left paw and hook his left claw over my sleeve at the elbow. It is adorable. Because I am on a deadline, I had to eventually put down the law and refuse him access to my lap and the keyboard while I'm writing, but it was adorable. (He's quite put out about this, but I am making up for lack of desk-time by snuggling with him on the couch at night. And kitty treats, when he can stand to have them)
Lestat (who is Basement Cat) was cranky at us for a day or so for not being his person. (
vivienne_aster did warn us this would be the case. But after Briony and I fed him, wooed with brush, kitty treats, and several meals, we have discovered his misanthropic reputation is (B: LIES! LIES AND TREACHERY he's just a big softy, really) He plays with his younger brother, has allowed himself to be patted, purrs very loudly to make his appreciation known. He's even rubbed up against our legs. Equally adorable (though more...cunning) are his attempts to gain access to Jabba's room by standing outside and meowing musically like Jabba. Which has worked. Once. I heard a meow, went to the door grumbling about cats and their inability to make us their mind as regards to in and out and found Lestat sitting where a Jabba should be. Jabba meanwhile, wants all the attentions. NOW. NOW NOW. Which makes making sure Lestat gets love and attention too (which he does like, but is shyer and less devious about getting it) slightly more difficult. If we pet Jabba in Lestat's view, he will just sulk. But Jabbs will sneakily come up as if to rub himself against Lestat and take the pets for himself. If Briony and I are not careful, this sometimes results in two decidedly put -out cats. Briony is trying to be fair, and make it clear to Jabba that Lestat is entitled to his fair share of petting. He is not pleased.
In conclusion: CATS. OMG. I do not know how my father has dismissed them as evil misanthropes for YEARS. As in, ALL OF MY CHILDHOOD LIFE.
