Thread: So, I've Never Kept a Journal Before

I'm woefully unused to actual physical violence. I normally just flail until people go away. Concerning Cats So, I'm lucky enough to be considered the 'owner' of three wonderful felines. In this area, technically pet owners are considered 'guardians'. Normally I'd scoff and point out that animals are not children. I do not consider my pets to be my kids especially since, if that were the case, then I used to keep like five of my 'kids' in a twenty gallon tank. They are LIKE my kids, though. But, in the case of cats, I see the point. Much like children, they do not obey orders except for Lil'y, who knows the 'Kitty go up' or 'up-up' command to jump up on something. And, also much like children, they learn your unpleasant little habits quickly. For instance, I usually keep Kaylee in my room when I sleep. It's where her litterbox is kept, so it makes sense to keep her there. Lately, she's learned that, if she meows in a certain tone, I will wake up and let her out. She now does this every morning at roughly five am. Damn you, kitten. You're lucky you're cute. Then again, it's better than Skitten's habit. She does not meow at doors. When she wants to go outside, she jumps up onto desks and knocks things over or tears up paper, because why just meow when you can cause random destruction? Again, like children. Lil'y doesn't meow either. She simply yells until someone pays attention to her. Introducing the cats Skitten is my oldest cat at eleven or possibly twelve years old. She makes a point of not realizing her age and continues to be the most active of the cats. She was adopted from the SPCA when she was around eight months old and she has not grown any older. She is addicted to catnip. No, really. At one point she chewed through a METAL TIN to get at that sweet, sweet 'nip inside. She then proceeded to go on the world's greatest catnip high and then slept for a week. As far as cats go, she's pretty laid-back she likes dogs, other cats, small animals, people... she doesn't really care, so long as they provide her with the world's greatest treasure, a toy mousie on a string. Her name is not a pokemon reference. It's a contraction of 'Small Kitty', since she's a very compact cat. She's a lousy hunter and has thus far only brought home live things except for the acorns she has this vendetta against infant oak trees I suspect one might have killed her parents or something. She also practices blanket-sex. Ok, not actually sex. She just sucks blankets. Lil'y is next up and my personal favorite. 3 Sorry. She's around five or maybe six years old and was adopted with her sister when they were twelve weeks old, and the cutest little balls of fluff I ever saw. When I picked her up, she did this little nose-touch thing. Yeah. I never stood a chance. She's always been a little skittish. See, there are two ways out of this house the back door and the front door. Whenever my dad opened the front door to let her in, Lil'y would always go, OHAI, I LIKE YOU. 8D and waltz on in. But, if he opened the back door, Lil'y would panic, OHSHIT I DON'T KNOW THIS PERSON!! and run away. Loud noises make her panic. Sudden movements make her panic. I don't know what sudden and loud movements would do, but I suspect she might explode. She's part Siamese and part Miau. For those who don't know cats, this makes a very, very loud cat. When I was driving her to the vet, I was actually pulled over because someone thought I was torturing a baby. Her usual method of accomplishing anything is to yell at it until someone does it. Again, like a child. She's the 'lap cat' of the trio and loves a cuddle. Occasionally, she crawls under my shirt. She is not named for the flower. Her name is a contraction of 'Little Kitty'. I R SO CLEVAR. And, finally, there's Kaylee. Yes, named after the Firefly character. I will now wait for you to finish fanboyinggirling if you have seen the series. No, go on. I'll wait. ... ... ... Finished? Good. My cat Kaylee is pretty much the stupidest cat I've ever come across. I adore her, but there's no escaping that she's dumber than a bag of rocks and thicker than a yard of lard. She managed to tie herself to a chair when given a bit of string to play with. I had to follow her closely in her younger days because she would always try to eat plastic bags and the like. Ugh, one time I had to pull out a long bit of plastic an... ugh, SO FUCKING GROSS. She's about two years old now and is twenty pounds. She shows no signs of stopping. I'm beginning to worry that she might be affecting the tides. She's very, very stupid. I know, I've said this already, but this cannot be stressed enough. She's convinced that everyone is her BEST FRIEND EVAR!1! and will happily cuddle up to just about anyone, including Lil'y who hates all cats except for Skitten. She once got lost in the garage for two nights. The garage is roughly thirty feet away from my front door. Because of this, she is not allowed outside and is the only inside-only cat. Still, she's a sweet little critter. She was adopted when she was barely eight weeks old and two pounds. -sigh- I miss my tiny kitten. Anyway, onto cute pictures. Kaylee Back when she was still tiny. 3 Grr... I WILL DEFEATS THIS TUBE Ohai! It's mah BUTT! Strike a pose! Present Day Kaylee She's expanded. A lot. Do you think I have too many pictures of this cat? Lil'y She's very difficult to photograph, hence why she looks so surprised. Or asleep Skitten checking out the new bird feeder. She hopes it's a cat feeder. Which is silly, because she's only managed to catch acorns lately. And poodles, but that's another story.