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Nov. 23rd, 2020 09:19 pmLily needs somebody of the feline persuasion to be in charge of. She keeps being confused when there's nobody to curl up with and wash after dinner, so she comes and gives me a lecture and tries to wash me, and it's not the same thing. She also wants to be glued to my laptop more than usual, and she keeps clicking on things by accident, and I do have to do productive work every so often.
To that end I put in an adoption application with the Gifford Cat Shelter this afternoon, because they have a young dilute tortoiseshell cat who they say likes other cats, and because they're back behind BC so I don't have to drive to get there. They've already contacted K to make sure I'm allowed to have cats in my apartment. I was actually surprised they got as far as checking that I had permission to have cats, because it's Thanksgiving week, so maybe I'll actually hear from them tomorrow. The application is active for three months, so hopefully we'll have a second cat by the middle of February even if it's not the one I originally applied for. It doesn't need to be a tortoiseshell, but it does need to be young enough to stick around for a while after Lily. I don't want to lose three cats in five years.
I had to think about it some while I was filling out the application, and Snip wasn't an easy cat. It would be nice to have an easier one for a while. But I don't blame Snip for being Snip, either. She was who she was. I may never have another cat who washes me as much as Snip did, or has to turn around at least three times before sitting down on me, or picks up her left front foot and limps out of the bathroom and only the bathroom, for no reason whatsoever as far as I could ever tell. But that's OK, because those things were Snip, and every cat has its own quirks.
Yes, I do think about things other than cats. I made some turkey stock on Saturday out of a three-pound thigh (must have been a Very Large Bird), meaning to make turkey soup for Thanksgiving since I'm going to be here by myself. The stock came out pretty well, but I either need another (smaller) thigh to use for the actual soup, or I need to give up and just make vegetable soup with the stock. I haven't decided which yet. But I should decide, and do whatever I'm going to do, tomorrow. I still think one of my great-grandfathers had the right idea; he mostly lived on soup and pie.
To that end I put in an adoption application with the Gifford Cat Shelter this afternoon, because they have a young dilute tortoiseshell cat who they say likes other cats, and because they're back behind BC so I don't have to drive to get there. They've already contacted K to make sure I'm allowed to have cats in my apartment. I was actually surprised they got as far as checking that I had permission to have cats, because it's Thanksgiving week, so maybe I'll actually hear from them tomorrow. The application is active for three months, so hopefully we'll have a second cat by the middle of February even if it's not the one I originally applied for. It doesn't need to be a tortoiseshell, but it does need to be young enough to stick around for a while after Lily. I don't want to lose three cats in five years.
I had to think about it some while I was filling out the application, and Snip wasn't an easy cat. It would be nice to have an easier one for a while. But I don't blame Snip for being Snip, either. She was who she was. I may never have another cat who washes me as much as Snip did, or has to turn around at least three times before sitting down on me, or picks up her left front foot and limps out of the bathroom and only the bathroom, for no reason whatsoever as far as I could ever tell. But that's OK, because those things were Snip, and every cat has its own quirks.
Yes, I do think about things other than cats. I made some turkey stock on Saturday out of a three-pound thigh (must have been a Very Large Bird), meaning to make turkey soup for Thanksgiving since I'm going to be here by myself. The stock came out pretty well, but I either need another (smaller) thigh to use for the actual soup, or I need to give up and just make vegetable soup with the stock. I haven't decided which yet. But I should decide, and do whatever I'm going to do, tomorrow. I still think one of my great-grandfathers had the right idea; he mostly lived on soup and pie.
