Posts tagged cat lady
Posts tagged cat lady
I love that my friends have sent me this picture as if it weren’t something I would consider installing in my apartment.
I was feeling pretty salty about the fact that I’ve been glued to my work laptop since waking up this morning, but then I remembered my coworkers will never be as cute as this.
Plus, there will be wine soon.
Cats use scent as their primary means of identification - more so than sight. Poor Gibbers had to spend the night in the animal hospital last night and now Davey* thinks he is enemy number one because he smells like antiseptic**.
*I’ve also learned than when Davey gets really agitated she snorts like a pig.
**He smells like antiseptic mostly because he peed all over himself, his carrier, and a bench in the waiting room while I was going over his discharge instructions with the vet this afternoon and they swabbed him down before sending us home***.
And most importantly:
Two weeks ago, someone on Twitter linked to one of those Buzzfeed “1,000,000! Cutest! Things!” articles and mentioned that one of the Cutest! Things! was a munchkin cat, otherwise known as the ‘corgi of cats.’
Which is how after some Googling, emailing, and a phone interview, I found myself driving to Strasburg, VA (90 miles from DC) on a gorgeous spring Sunday, and returning with a copilot.
In keeping with the trend of naming my pets after adorable old men who coach DC sports teams, I have named her Davey.
Davey has grown up in a house in the country with seven others cats (and two indoor smokers — the poor baby reeks) and is a little nervous about living in an apartment in the city with a cat who has clearly forgotten his manners.
(Please don’t yell at me, internet. As soon as this happened, I realized my mistake and kicked Gibbs out of the room. The guest room is Davey’s ‘safe room’ for as long as she needs it. Oh, and if anyone needs a queen bed frame, please let me know.)
Davey is only part Munchkin and has spent her time here so far under the bed, but I promise better pictures of her short little legs as soon as I can get them.
I don’t have the heart to tell him the blizzard’s a bust.
Checking his email one last time…he can’t believe he didn’t get a single Valentine.
The subtle behavior of cats.
On a lighter note, yesterday was my first day volunteering as a reading buddy at a DC school. My buddy and I both had to fill out a get-to-know-you questionnaire and I was not at all embarrassed to complete the sentence “I live with…my cat Gibbs.”
I don’t think D is old or football-savvy enough to understand the genesis of my roommate’s name, but she burst into giggles when she read it out loud. Then we spent some time scrolling through my phone and mocking Gibbs’ various states of repose.
Buddy bonding success!
I glanced over during gymnastics last night and found Gibbs totally transfixed watching the TV. I think this is his attempt at a floor routine (mimicking one of the Russians, natch).