My poor Shmoo is at the vet right now. They are removing his balls. Or maybe just one. I'm not sure exactly.
But anyway. I feel like I am robbing him of something very precious just so that I can keep him captive in my loving home. I'm supposed to pick him up at around 4:30 today. I hope that he doesn't look too pathetic or sad. I might cry.
The nice thing is that the vet clinic is literally right across the street from my apartment. So there's no traumatic car ride/bus ride or anything.
I got last week's tips today!! $35! Now I can guiltlessly buy a new dress. I love my customers.
My cat is well on his way to being the world's most loving cat ever.
When I first got him, I was worried. He kept me up all night, he bit me until I bled, and his cuteness was often overshadowed by his insane hyperness.
But lately, he's been so cute. He meows from inside my apartment when he hears my keys jingling outside. When I get in, he meows some more until I pick him up. Then, when I'm settled, the only thing that he wants to do is curl up in my lap and purr forever.
Then he farts. But that's not his fault. The brave can love a person/cat even if her/his farts smell like a compost heap.
Oh, kitten. You kept me up all night long, and now I'm letting you nap in my lap. I should be jumping on you and biting your feet right now.
Anybody with a kitten/cat have advice on getting them to sleep through the night? Even just some reassurance like, "He'll grow out of it." will do.
I have a kitten!! His name is (probably) Shmoo.
Right now, I've been awake for nearly 20 hours. I want to curl up in bed with my kitten and get some rest. Shmoo wants to hunt balls of paper on the living room floor and I can't stop watching him. Nothing is cuter than a cat batting at something with his uncoordinated little paw.