Wednesday, June 13, 2007

As usual, there is lots of catching up to do. Any number of subjects to broach. Photos to post. Smiling faces. Tears.

I'll get to it.

But first, this is George.

Well, for the moment he is a potential George. He may actually be a Fred or a Tom or more likely a Pierre or Jean-Luc. He may already belong to another family because I was late in finding the advertisement in the kitten column.

The monsters are absolutely cat CRAZY. Anything cat or cat-like. And since I come from a very cat oriented family, and am very susceptible to little girls whining with batting eyelashes, and little boys plaintive si-tu-plait-ing, we are in the market for a furry feline. At 3 years, I'm figuring I can convince them not to squeeze all his insides, out.

George is of course adorable and George is more likely to have a personality that allows himself to be dressed up in doll clothes, pushed around in baby strollers, and otherwise tenderly tortured. But there are all those other Georges and Georgettes out there with little chance for a warm, stable, wholesome, and reasonably well decorated home.

Not that I care about the drapery ending in shreds, but my experiences with street smart genetics have proved risky in the past. And forever bandaging wee little hands and drying tears because the fur ball won't leave the security of his under-the-sofa-hideaway is not the purpose. What to do, what to do.

There is no question of physically going to an animal shelter. Speaking of risky past adventures. The resulting car filled to the brim with a collection of dogs, cats, hamsters and assorted furry critters is just not acceptable. And I own up to having no, absolutely not an ounce, of willpower when faced with all those pitiful little upturned faces.

I'm going to nap on it, and we'll see how it all pans out.


Doc said...

I'll lend, no rent, my cats out to you if you want a trial run....fairly cheap, though not as cheap as say the useless-as-tits-on-a-bull husband or in-laws.
Just promise you'll dress the cat better than you dress the kids ;°)

reb said...

from personal experience,the cat before the baby is worse than the other way around. At least the cat won't miss it's peace and quiet and will think that daily tail pulling torture is normal. And the cat won't get depressed because it misses its peace and quiet.

Ken Broadhurst said...

I think George would love Callie. If you don't take him, we will.

Papadesdeux said...

Alas, Ken, George was already on his way to a new home. I of course wouldn't tell the kids before we have something in hand. But I was already disappointed myself, having fallen for the photo. I am SUCH a sucker for cute.

tongue in cheek said...

Oh! Such a cute little kitten! (and I am not fond of cats!)

Betty C. said...

I'm happy to finally see a cat on one of the blogs I drop in on! Cute kitten, too! It seems like I've been running into a lot of dogs lately...