New cat

Aug. 16th, 2008 01:36 pm
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Today we took Loki to the vet, there was a 9 month old male cat there in a cage, who was friendly and sweet and got on quite well with Loki. He was up for adoption.

So we brought him home.

His name is Puck. (It was "Pickles" but they'd nicknamed him "Pixie" and Seamus and I went one step further) He is white with ginger splotches, or ginger with white splotches. There will be pictures when he is calmer.

Loki's tail looks like a bottle brush.


[Edit] We've got Puck in the study, we let him and Loki meet properly (sans cage). Puck keeps hissing at Loki. It seems Loki can't hiss, and doesn't know what hissing is, so he just looks confused. Loki is downstairs now hanging with Seamus. I'm in the study with Puck, wo is hiding behind the computer desk, then coming out and being patted and purring, then getting freaked and hiding again. To be honest he's not a looker, but he's still very cute. :-)

Cats make me happy.

[Edit the second]

Pictures of Puck, as he came and sat on my lap in front of a computer with Photo Booth )
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I had a weekend, it was fun.

On Friday night we had a small bunch of people over to eat dinner and watch Press Gang while comsuming junk food. It was cosy. Loki came out and played with [ profile] fnoo and then curled up under the coffee table, seemingly content to be in the room with six people as long as we weren't moving about too much.

On Saturday [ profile] mc_shamo and I had a lovely breakfast outside at Hot Poppy, then made out way leisurely through the Queen Vic Markets. [ profile] mc_shamo bought cacti (yes [ profile] impostinator, from the same bloke we bought cacti from all those years ago!) and a kitty leash, and some no-scratch spray for Loki, I bought a rather fetching beret and four cheeses from the deli (including stilton, yum!). We also got seafood, I braved the meat part of the market, I felt quite proud, and a bit sick.

We got home and put away our purchases and I headed out again for the gym, which took up a few hours, then came home through the cold and rain and decided a hot bath would be just the thing, with Radox Muscle Soak and Epsom salts. It was fantastic. I spent the next hour and a bit slowly getting ready to go out, then decided to test if I could walk from our house to the station in high heels. I can.

I met up with [ profile] fin and we had dinner before heading over to the Regent Theatre for Wicked, which was better than I expected and grew on me, though I still don't see why there is such a huge fuss. I did enjoy it, and the hot chocolates we had after, and was very grateful when [ profile] fin went completely out of his way to walk me to the tram and get me safely on it. I do not like Melbourne after midnight on a Saturday, I don't like feeling afraid to walk on my own, it makes me mad.

Unfortunately by the time the train got to my stop it was pouring again, and it's a ten minute walk usually home from there, it's fifteen in the shoes I was wearing, I'm glad I was wearing my long leather coat or I would have been soaked to the skin by the time I reached home. As it is I have a sniffle, but no worse ill effects.

[ profile] mc_shamo and I went out for breakfast again the next morning, and I was punished for my decadence in having two breakfasts out in a row by the fact that one of the eggs served to me was off, and I didn't realise til I'd put it in my mouth and bit down. Ew. Ew. Ew. My God, it tasted revolting.

[ profile] mc_shamo went out with his Dad and I finally attacked the study (it still had boxes from when we moved in) It is now tidy. Thank you, [ profile] insomnius, the job was made a lot less boring by all the Daria you gave me which is now on the computer in the study. I also cleaned and scrubbed the bathroom and both toilets and when Seamus got home he swept, vacuumed and mopped.

I fiddled around downstairs and got the place looking quite nice, then my parents came over to have a look at it and take us out for dinner. They really liked it, which made me happy, especially I was glad they didn't mind that we'd taken down a shelf, and I don't tink they even noticed the stair-rail was gone (for those playing along at home, my parents are our landlords).

We had dinner at a restaurant called Mexicali Cantina. It's run by the same people who run Mexicali Rose in Richmond and is just as nice. It was a pity they were understaffed, but everywhere I ate this weekend seems to have been understaffed. I wonder if it's that people can't afford to work as waiters anymore because they don't get paid enough to live, or if the cost of wages is too high for businesses? It's interesting, and disturbing (and- completely selfishly- means shoddy service because the staff that are there are overworked and frantic)

So yes, all up, a great weekend. It was very relaxing, lots of friends and family and boyfriend and kitten.

I'm doing ok :-)
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Set to a possibly recognisable tune

Loki was a man!
He was a kitten man!
Uh... maybe he was just a kitten
But he was still

Right now Loki is under the coffee table near the heater, alternating purring and sleeping. I think he likes his song.
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While I coo over pictures posted by [ profile] clappamungus of the baby puppy, I have a purring, not-much-older kitten in my lap.

Baby animals are cute.
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Loki would decide to be voluntarily cuddly just as I confirm he has fleas.

It's worth it for the progress made. And we'll use the flea stuff on Saturday (vet said not to do it before then as he's just been vaccinated and mico-chipped)

He's even jumping up onto David's lap and demanding cuddles! :-D
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Been out to breakfast.

Been to gym.

Caught a kitten with much help from [ profile] _bounce_, [ profile] green_pea33 and [ profile] vivienne_aster and brought it back to [ profile] mc_shamo's place (It's in the bathroom and Very Unimpressed)

Applied for a few jobs.

Had a small lunch.

Played Guitar Hero.

Now am sleepy and need nap before Party of Awesome tonight to which i am so so so looking forward!

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...what a lovely dream it was.

I was sitting in my kitchen, reading, when the back door opened and Menelaus slipped through. I put down my book and picked him up, "But, sweetie, you're dead!" he purred and snuggled in to my chest. I looked, his grave was disturbed, he'd just been asleep all the time, like in a coma, not dead at all! So when he'd woken up he'd climbed out and come inside.

I sat with him and stroked him, petted him, played with him, felt his warm little body against my hands and face. I kissed him. I woke up.

Surprisingly, waking did not upset me, although it meant I remembered that he was dead. I've been wishing and wishing for one last chance to hold him, to say goodbye, and I think my subconcious gave me that last night.
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Today contained:

1. Waking up still feeling rested
2. Crumpets
3. Work
4. Work being hella busy
5. Tram trip
6. Arriving at Uni
7. Seeing some people at the pub and sitting there for a few minutes
8. Class
9. Meeting Seamus
10. Dinner
11. Ice-cream
12. Train home
13. Going out the back to visit menelaus and wish him Happy Birthday, then cry a little :-(
14. Internet

15. Bed
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Had a full, busy day which I think was good for me.

Had a siesta for two hours this afternoon, which I think was also good for me.

When I got home from class I saw Fiona's light on. Fiona is the woman whose cat Mene used to play with, he'd go over there and they'd run up and down her hallway. They actually were friends and hung out a lot. I knocked on her door and told her the news. She was quite upset, invited me in and we had a chat. While we were talking her cat came up to me purring and headbutting and rolling over. She told me he is never like that with anyone, ever, before he started he'd sniffed my boots and pant legs, I think he smelled his friend. It's horrible that I can't explain to him his friend won't be coming over anymore.

Then I went into my backyard and told Mene I'd told his friends.

In a way it makes me feel good, people really loved him, not just me, but lots of people, and they loved him for HIM, not because he was my cat. They loved him because he was friendly and outgoing and playful and sweet and affectionate.

He was a good cat.
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I think my job interview went well.

I cried a bit on the train on the way home, I was sad to be returning to a completely empty house. I keep expecting Menecat to pounce on my feet, or to hear the tell-tale sounds of ripping from the next room and have to rush in and check he's not detroying anything important. I realised this morning that I was being careful rolling onto my back in bed because I didn't want to crush him... then I remembered he would not be there.

On the bright side:

I am now glad-

-that Seamus and I have been living here for the past eight or so weeks

-that Mene was house-bound so much after his penultimate accident, it meant I got more time with him and he got more human attention than otherwise

-that he managed to take off his collar and dump it in my room, now I have it as a keepsake on my keyring to remember him

-of every single hair that is on my clothes, in my bed, on my furniture...

-that he chewed my Arts Festival guide

-that I have so many photos

-that he was such a friendly, loving kitten, and made friends easily

-that he never paid much attention to any training or punishment meted out, if he was only to live for a year at least he had fun

-that I had the privelege of loving and caring for him for ten precious months

Oh, and lj tags are a wonderful thing. I type "kitten" in and all the entries about Menelaus from the past year come up.
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It is so unfair, he was not yet a year old, just a baby.

Menelaus: Pictures and text )
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Menelaus is now laid to rest in the veggie patch.

He loved playing in the veggie patch.

Seamus suggested I bury Mene in a big pot, that way he could come too when I moved, but I said no. He hated to be confined. He hated boxes or baskets or carriers and would fight like mad if put in them. I couldn't stand the idea of him being confined in a pot.

None of our neighbours were home to borrow a spade, so I used Penelope's little gardening trowel and dug a big, deep hole. Seamus brought him out, wrapped in the towel he used to be taken to the vet in, and gently laid him in the grave. We put his favourite toys in too, near his paws. The wind up mouse I got him, the thing-on-a-stick Lisa got him, and the ball inside a ball that Elena bought him almost a year ago.

I started to cry in earnest as we tipped the soil over him. I did manage the old Roman blessing which I've always loved "May the earth lie lightly upon you". And Seamus marked the mound with a rock from the garden.

And that's it. I hope wherever he is there are couches to claw and curtains to climb and paper to shred, all with no spray bottle in sight.

[Edit] We bought some seedlings from the garden section of the supermarket and spread them over the grave. I think they were called Phaecelia. They are flowers that are meant to be good for growing veggies near, purple and spiky. They look loud and handsome and flamboyant and a little violent, just like my beautiful, beautiful boy.

he's gone

Sep. 2nd, 2007 10:53 pm
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For the second time my bubba tried to take on a car.

This time he lost.

Menelaus Curtain

10 Sep 2006- 2 Sep 2007

Hail and farewell.
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The kitten is no longer bandaged.

Unfortunately, he panicked on the way home and savaged me :-(


I already fle tlike shit due to being sick, now I'm hurty as well.
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Kitten not happy about being kept inside today.

It's only til 2:45 dearest, then we go to the V-E-T!

Oh, I guess that isn't all that reassuring...


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