…and just got her test scores back?
Band 1!
That’s right, I am officially on the State registrar for a job! Apparently, I didn’t do as bad as I thought on that test. Band 1 means I’ll be among the first hired. Can I get a “fuck yeah?”
And one more thing: remember when I said that picture of Annie and Piper napping together was just precious? Well, I found something even more precious: Annie and Thor napping together:
Snoring
I still feel like shit, but I did promise that I’d write one entry every day for all of Lent. So today’s post will be a less-inspired excuse for cat pictures.
First:
Cheese Puff
Isn’t Phoebe adorable? I snapped this picture of her curled up like a little cheese puff behind the couch. She opened one sleepy eye to see what I was doing and then fell back to sleep.
And second:
Friends
Tell me that’s not frickin’ precious. I thought Annie and Phoebe would become BFFs, but it turns out that she’s more attached to Piper than anyone else. Odd, since Piper’s quite a loner.
It’s more likely than you think!
Given that it only snows once a decade or so in Alabama, Michael and I decided to go out and have a little fun, throwing snowballs and building snowmen. I’m from Michigan so snow doesn’t thrill me like it does an Alabama-born citizen because I know what a pain in the ass snow can be. However, this was a special day and knowing that all this powder would be gone by tomorrow, we took advantage of the situation.
Here are some pictures. Click on any of them for a better look.
This came in the mail today. The Fiesta had an article. Maybe a sign that I should wait for it?I take pictures when I’m bored. Mostly, they’re of my cats, but sometimes they are of different things too.
Piper broke a lamp. =/ She ran to chase Phoebe and jumped on the end table, knocking it to the floor. This pissed me off because it’s one of two nice lamps that we have, given to us by an old roommate – THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS. I had its identical twin in the bedroom, so I swapped them out. We’re not out any money since it was a gift, but damn that was a nice lamp. Damn it, Piper.
Michael insisted that I read The Dark Tower series, so he ordered the first three on eBay. I’m excited. I’ll finally be able to get all of the jokes he and his brother have made for the past six years.
For an early anniversary gift, Michael bought me a traveler’s journal. Isn’t it pretty? I don’t plan on doing much traveling, but I’ll sure find a reason to write in it.
Mew?
I absolutely love this picture of Phoebe. She’s so adorable. So polite and sweet with a soft, inquisitive “mew” for a voice. Thor’s a big grumpy butt; Piper’s an aloof little turd. Phoebe is always a sweet, affectionate, grateful kitty. And to top it all off, she gets along with Annie, too!
This is Annie.
A family member who happens to live in Florida gave her to us in hopes we could give her a forever home.
Annie story is heart-breaking. She is a veteran of a puppy-mill that spent the first two years of her life pumping out babies. When animal control raided the mill, my mother’s cousin, M, adopted her and nursed her back to health. Her grandchildren were too rough on Annie, so M asked me (through my mom) if I wanted to take her.
It took a month of arguing, threatening, then calm reasoning to get her. But now Annie is now our newest (and last) family member.
Make no mistake, I am definitely a cat person. My default setting for dogs is “dislike.” But Annie’s story and face reminded me so much of Phoebe, our shy ginger cat. Both spent their early years in misery — either in a puppy mill our outside where people and wild dogs could torture her.
And in spite of being canine, Annie has a lot in common with the cats. She sleeps most of the day, waking up only to poop and eat. She nuzzles my hand when she wants affection, like the cats. Unlike the cats, Annie wants to sit in my lap.
Best of all, they all get along just as I expected. Thor couldn’t care less. Phoebe is skittish, but unfazed. Piper is absolutely thrilled — she has someone to run and chase her like she wants Phoebe and Thor to do. They had themselves a blast running into the kitchen and sliding on the wood floor. None of the cats hate me for bringing Annie home, unlike when I brought Phoebe inside and Piper and Thor wanted NOTHING to do with me for two weeks afterward. This time, they both seemed pleased that it was an inferior species that I brought home — not another cat.
All seems to be working out. We’re all happy. =)
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