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. :)


1 comment:

  1. If you someday don't write a book with your wonderful tender presence and candid affection, we will all be deprived ... or tell it as you see it, as Jewel did years ago in her prose and poetry, in your own voice and put out a CD or DVD with images. Tell stories of Sophie for children as "Millie's Book: As Dictated to Barbara Bush."