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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Living alone no longer!
I have the most precious little bundle of fur curled up in my lap right now.
I just adopted a kitten! My friend Eric found her and her 'sibling' on the side of the road while shooting a television show out in the desert... abandoned... and so brought the two little kittens home so that they could find loving owners. I had NO intention of taking one home. And then I saw them. And the rest is history.
I am 95% sure she is a she. I took her to the vet today and they couldn't totally tell because she's not even two months old (and therefore must be a little Virgo like me). But, the doctor said she was pretty sure my little cat was a girl: and if not, I'm going to have a male cat named Sophie with an ivory collar with a sparkly bow. Aka... one very unhappy, emasculated feline. Then I'll have to change her name. Ughh. I really like Sophie. But alas, like a Boy Named Sue, a Boy cat named Sophie would really get beat up psychologically over time. So if she turns out to be a he (VERY unlikely), I've decided to name him Elliot. Because I love British names and I think that one is adorable.
She is so TINY! Even the vet said they rarely see them into the office that small. She's not even a pound! And she is the most well-behaved perfect little thing; she eats and drinks and just sits in my hand or on my shoulder and doesn't cry or make a fuss... and even a DOG walked into the vet waiting room, right by her, while she was sitting on my lap, and she remained appropriately aloof and unaffected. Princess indeed.
Okay, enough of being a proud pet owner. I apologize. But she is pretty dang cute.
I'm back in Los Angeles now after several weeks of travel and appearances. I do have to go all the way back to the beginning, and tell about my CELEBRATION OF LIFE!!! Which was amazing!
But, I have to go get some things out of the laundry and send a fax (info for the Philly Thanksgiving Day Parade, which I will be singing and dancing in again this year.). So I'll have to tell those stories next post.
But I HAD to at least tell about my new kitty.
Peace. (And that is "Peace" as like, "Namaste," not "Peace" as in, "Peace out, Brotha"... trust me, I know that I am quite white. :)
Kirsten
I just adopted a kitten! My friend Eric found her and her 'sibling' on the side of the road while shooting a television show out in the desert... abandoned... and so brought the two little kittens home so that they could find loving owners. I had NO intention of taking one home. And then I saw them. And the rest is history.
I am 95% sure she is a she. I took her to the vet today and they couldn't totally tell because she's not even two months old (and therefore must be a little Virgo like me). But, the doctor said she was pretty sure my little cat was a girl: and if not, I'm going to have a male cat named Sophie with an ivory collar with a sparkly bow. Aka... one very unhappy, emasculated feline. Then I'll have to change her name. Ughh. I really like Sophie. But alas, like a Boy Named Sue, a Boy cat named Sophie would really get beat up psychologically over time. So if she turns out to be a he (VERY unlikely), I've decided to name him Elliot. Because I love British names and I think that one is adorable.
She is so TINY! Even the vet said they rarely see them into the office that small. She's not even a pound! And she is the most well-behaved perfect little thing; she eats and drinks and just sits in my hand or on my shoulder and doesn't cry or make a fuss... and even a DOG walked into the vet waiting room, right by her, while she was sitting on my lap, and she remained appropriately aloof and unaffected. Princess indeed.
Okay, enough of being a proud pet owner. I apologize. But she is pretty dang cute.
I'm back in Los Angeles now after several weeks of travel and appearances. I do have to go all the way back to the beginning, and tell about my CELEBRATION OF LIFE!!! Which was amazing!
But, I have to go get some things out of the laundry and send a fax (info for the Philly Thanksgiving Day Parade, which I will be singing and dancing in again this year.). So I'll have to tell those stories next post.
But I HAD to at least tell about my new kitty.
Peace. (And that is "Peace" as like, "Namaste," not "Peace" as in, "Peace out, Brotha"... trust me, I know that I am quite white. :)
Kirsten
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