naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
Smooch is a purebred lolcat.

Smooch YARRR

I laugh at his face every day. He is a worthy successor to The Mocus.

I hope the several of you who have requested more kitty pics are duly amused. I am still trying to get pretty portraits of them, but they are silly cats, so it is rather difficult.
naamah_darling: Lucian from Underworld next to a snarling wolf. From the dark into the black, throwbacks always have to go. (Lucian Throwbacks)
I think I have a minor cold. I've been sneezing ALL DAY. Not best pleased.

I am not fleeing Livejournal, never fear, but I AM going to be posting from Dreamwidth to LJ, because DW has cross-posting enabled, and LJ doesn't. So feel free to add me on DW if you like. I will be in both places, but mostly reading my f-list through LJ.

In other news, the cats are settling in, and Fish has been spotted playing with Etrigan several times. It was decidedly of the "hold them down and pretend to bite them" school of playing, but it was play, and it's not like Smooch, the hairy marshmallow devil, doesn't do just the same. Smooch, alas, has been getting no love from the girls. I think he's too big and strange. They'll get over it.

Sif remains Concerned Cat, and this has made her fussier and more nervous than usual. She is still very sweet, and still Means Well. Roleplaying tonight, I was pretending tears, and she became quite concerned until I demonstrated that all was, in fact, well.

I will admit that for a few days I was afraid that I wasn't the right human for Smooch, but he has settled in, and Etrigan, probably the most charismatically and consistently adorable young cat I have ever met, was part of the household from almost the very first day. I think we're probably good to go.

Smooch is the strangest cat. He's physically a high-maintenance cat, but not emotionally. He is very quiet and demands very, very little, and doesn't seem to need much cuddling. I would think he was unhappy and didn't like us if it weren't for the fact that he will follow me from room to room, not laying on me or next to me, but laying where he can see me. And if I am going back and forth carrying things from room to room, or even just going to the bathroom for a moment, he follows directly at heel and will follow me back. I offer to snuggle him, and he puts up with it for a few moments, then goes on his way (I'm not going to force him to cuddle; for one, it's not nice, and for another, he is an incredibly strong cat). Even when he solicits snuggles, he rarely does so for more than a minute or two before he departs (without, it must be said, any rancor at all).

He has the heart of a kitten hidden deep in all that fur, and plays with Etrigan tirelessly, wrestling and bunny-kicking and chasing. They are very, very happy. Getting them both was, without a doubt, the right choice. This would not have worked any other way. I am coming to realize that Smooch is a cat's cat; he relates to other cats as though he is an adult cat and they are also adult cats (many cats regard humans as adult cats, and perceive themselves in a 'kitten' role, and others simply do not seem to regard themselves as cats at all), and I think he relates to other humans as though they are fellow adult cats, too. He doesn't snuggle Etrigan, but he does like to know where Etrigan is, and will often follow him or seek him out just to be nearby. He treats me much the same.

I know he likes me, and sees me as a friend. He tells me so quite clearly when he stretches languidly under my hand as I do a drive-by petting, and when he walks past me he will in turn curl his tail against my calf before smooching on his merry way, which is the cat equivalent of a squeeze and a kiss, or when he tries to groom the hateful face-hugger off of me (my glasses) with great persistence. He endures handling with general good-natured calm whenever he has Troubles and needs to have his face cleaned or his butt fur trimmed or his feet washed or his fur brushed.

It isn't the affection style I was used to with Tazendra, who was not very catlike at all, and certainly didn't interact with the other living denizens of casa Naamah as though she were a cat. It's different, is all, and I'm having to get used to it. I don't have a problem accepting him on his own terms, I like that he is a Different Cat, but as it's not an affection style I am experienced with, and it does leave me fearful that I am doing it wrong and something more is required on my end.

I care very deeply, obviously, but that is not always enough. We have to be willing to listen and learn and we have to put ourselves in their situation and look at things from their point of view: what are they trying to say? What are their actions meant to accomplish or convey? What is the source of their tension? What makes them comfortable, and what makes them fearful? Why?

Cats are not as complex as we are emotionally but they do have feelings, every bit as much as a human child. I have seen them display embarrassment, anger, affection, disgust, contentment, jealousy, rage, fear, worry, anticipation, curiosity, disappointment, boredom, grief, loneliness, remorse, annoyance, sadness, shame, frustration.

They feel all these things, but they have very, very little with which to make themselves understood. Ears, body, eyes, tail, a variety of sounds that is only somewhat consistent from cat to cat, and a small but powerful library of instinctive actions (and almost always a few learned ones) to convey pleasure or displeasure or to demonstrate a need or a fear, like the different ways they can sharpen their claws, which all convey something meaningful, or scent-marking with feet and chin and bodily functions, and the many inappropriate ways they may do this when things are frustrating to them, or engaging in repetitive annoying and forbidden behavior to get our attention.

We have to work to understand them, and their sometimes roundabout ways of expressing themselves. Some are easy to live with, some very hard, but they are all individuals, and the damaged ones can't really be blamed, since all too often that damage comes as a result of humans having failed them.

So I am still in the process of trying to understand Smooch and what motivates and interests him, what he likes and does not like, so that I can be a good family member and friend to him for however long I have him. (I don't worry about Etrigan, and if you met him you wouldn't, either. He could get along with just about anyone, anywhere.) This is what I wanted, this is the work I wanted to do, to make a new friend and give someone really special a home. And I am happy it's him, with his oversized yeti paws and his terrible breath and his sweet little scrunched-up face and the way he sleeps in the most ridonkulous positions.

This is his Petfinder listing, which I had open for three days before I gave in and called. And you know, I'm awfully glad I did.
naamah_darling: A tiny week-old tabby kitten with her paws raised and her eyes half-closed. (Kittens)
Roadie's going to get renamed, I'm sure, but I'm kind of afraid Smooch may be stuck with Smooch. Or Yeti Von Smooch. I want to give him a piratical name, I really do, but . . . he is just a ludicrous cat, and he needs a ludicrous (and preferably long-winded) name. And who says that yeti can't be pirates? Nobody, that's who. You don't boss yeti around, I tell you what.

Here are a few more pictures of him for those inclined to click. Oh my god, he is so ridiculous. I am going to try and get him into the studio in good light and get some pics there, so you can see what he looks like with his eye open. His facial weirdness is more obvious when he's not sleeping and all scrunched up.

Holy crap, he's lying next to me right now and his huge, hairy paws are twitching and he's biting at something in his sleep. RIDONKULOUS, people!

Yeti-Cat 1

Smooch picspam! )

I adore Roadie, and there will be more pics of him once I've figured out how to get him to hold still, but his personality is still mostly kitten. He hasn't gone through and come out of that difficult adolescent independent phase, so it's hard to say what he'll be like. He does have the dreamiest come-hither bedroom eyes I've ever seen on a cat, which is quite a feat considering they are a rather unsettling and bizarre greenish-orange. He will lie next to me and gaze up at me adoringly with his eyes half-closed, pupils narrowed to slits, looking very cuddly but very fey. And all he wants to do is play and sleep and snuggle. He never stops purring if there is a human touching him. He is Everyone's Cat.

Smooch is My Cat, though. Already, completely.

He lay on my legs full-length, with his huge back feet in my face, and let me groom his brisket and armpits.

He has a square butt.

He is super-quiet and moves like he weighs nothing, and he tends to do this when you're not looking, so he's like a freaking ghost. Made of marshmallow.

He looks like an old man but acts like a crazy kitten, including running around like a mad thing and jumping on random stuff (blankets, shoes, clothes, feet), hoping to flush out something to chase.

He lays on me like a stuffed thing, without feeling the need to adjust his posture or re-orient himself.

He has really impressive back legs, which he lets stick out at all angles all the time, which makes him look even more like a muppet than he already does.

He sounds a little like Tazendra when he purrs.

His head is the perfect size and shape for petting.

I love him. It's not the bond I had with Tazendra, but it's a solid start, and I find him utterly delightful. Clearly he feels the same way, since he seems to enjoy coming and mugging me for cuddles whenever he wants them, and he wants them kind of a lot.

I do not yet have a yeti-cat icon. I will have to make that happen when I have good enough pictures.
naamah_darling: A tiny week-old tabby kitten with her paws raised and her eyes half-closed. (Kittens)
Roadie's going to get renamed, I'm sure, but I'm kind of afraid Smooch may be stuck with Smooch. Or Yeti Von Smooch. I want to give him a piratical name, I really do, but . . . he is just a ludicrous cat, and he needs a ludicrous (and preferably long-winded) name. And who says that yeti can't be pirates? Nobody, that's who. You don't boss yeti around, I tell you what.

Here are a few more pictures of him for those inclined to click. Oh my god, he is so ridiculous. I am going to try and get him into the studio in good light and get some pics there, so you can see what he looks like with his eye open. His facial weirdness is more obvious when he's not sleeping and all scrunched up.

Holy crap, he's lying next to me right now and his huge, hairy paws are twitching and he's biting at something in his sleep. RIDONKULOUS, people!

Yeti-Cat 1

Smooch picspam! )

I adore Roadie, and there will be more pics of him once I've figured out how to get him to hold still, but his personality is still mostly kitten. He hasn't gone through and come out of that difficult adolescent independent phase, so it's hard to say what he'll be like. He does have the dreamiest come-hither bedroom eyes I've ever seen on a cat, which is quite a feat considering they are a rather unsettling and bizarre greenish-orange. He will lie next to me and gaze up at me adoringly with his eyes half-closed, pupils narrowed to slits, looking very cuddly but very fey. And all he wants to do is play and sleep and snuggle. He never stops purring if there is a human touching him. He is Everyone's Cat.

Smooch is My Cat, though. Already, completely.

He lay on my legs full-length, with his huge back feet in my face, and let me groom his brisket and armpits.

He has a square butt.

He is super-quiet and moves like he weighs nothing, and he tends to do this when you're not looking, so he's like a freaking ghost. Made of marshmallow.

He looks like an old man but acts like a crazy kitten, including running around like a mad thing and jumping on random stuff (blankets, shoes, clothes, feet), hoping to flush out something to chase.

He lays on me like a stuffed thing, without feeling the need to adjust his posture or re-orient himself.

He has really impressive back legs, which he lets stick out at all angles all the time, which makes him look even more like a muppet than he already does.

He sounds a little like Tazendra when he purrs.

His head is the perfect size and shape for petting.

I love him. It's not the bond I had with Tazendra, but it's a solid start, and I find him utterly delightful. Clearly he feels the same way, since he seems to enjoy coming and mugging me for cuddles whenever he wants them, and he wants them kind of a lot.

I do not yet have a yeti-cat icon. I will have to make that happen when I have good enough pictures.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Cuteness)
Holy crap, these are such excellent cats. Friendly and gentle and playful and happy to be snuggled. And they are really, really beautiful.

Smooch . . . omg. After gaming, after everyone fussed over him and went home, I sat down on the couch to decompress, and he jumped straight up into my lap, climbed onto my chest, and lay on me for like fifteen minutes, purring, with his face against mine and his huge paws slung all over the place, occasionally squirming happily but mostly just limp as a stuffed toy with happiness. I didn't ask him to snuggle me, I didn't offer, he just did it. 'Cause, you know, that's his job.

Yeah, I may have cried. Just a little.

He's big, friendly, laid-back, and . . . well . . . he's all boy, and all lover. He cuddle-ambushed me three times while I was trying to write this entry, and once he tag-teamed me with the little black one, and they BOTH lay on my chest up against my face and purred until I fell asleep.

Roadie is one of the sweetest kittens I've ever met. I don't think he's stopped purring since he got here. Except for when he's playing and he growls SO FIERCE. Other than that, he's a kitten, with a kitten's personality. Playful, hyperactive, and curious.

Sadly, the other cats are freaked the FUCK out. I hope they will get over it, because it's obvious they're REALLY upset and that saddens me. It also saddens me that they're missing out on the happyfunplaytiems. They are both very playful, and gentle with their claws and teeth.

And it also makes me sad because I think my heart will break forever if I have to give these guys back.

Have some pictures!

Road Rash

Road Rash, who will have a better name shortly. So hard to get pictures of a black kitten! Black cats are tough to photograph anyway, and little ones that dart around at the speed of sound are even harder to get pictures of.

New Smooch 3

This is Smooch, who will also be getting a better name. He is BIG. Like, as big as Tazendra was, and he's only seven months old!

A few moar. )

None of these pics do justice to the kitties, who are absolutely beautiful. I hope this works out, because they are really cool kitties!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Cuteness)
Holy crap, these are such excellent cats. Friendly and gentle and playful and happy to be snuggled. And they are really, really beautiful.

Smooch . . . omg. After gaming, after everyone fussed over him and went home, I sat down on the couch to decompress, and he jumped straight up into my lap, climbed onto my chest, and lay on me for like fifteen minutes, purring, with his face against mine and his huge paws slung all over the place, occasionally squirming happily but mostly just limp as a stuffed toy with happiness. I didn't ask him to snuggle me, I didn't offer, he just did it. 'Cause, you know, that's his job.

Yeah, I may have cried. Just a little.

He's big, friendly, laid-back, and . . . well . . . he's all boy, and all lover. He cuddle-ambushed me three times while I was trying to write this entry, and once he tag-teamed me with the little black one, and they BOTH lay on my chest up against my face and purred until I fell asleep.

Roadie is one of the sweetest kittens I've ever met. I don't think he's stopped purring since he got here. Except for when he's playing and he growls SO FIERCE. Other than that, he's a kitten, with a kitten's personality. Playful, hyperactive, and curious.

Sadly, the other cats are freaked the FUCK out. I hope they will get over it, because it's obvious they're REALLY upset and that saddens me. It also saddens me that they're missing out on the happyfunplaytiems. They are both very playful, and gentle with their claws and teeth.

And it also makes me sad because I think my heart will break forever if I have to give these guys back.

Have some pictures!

Road Rash

Road Rash, who will have a better name shortly. So hard to get pictures of a black kitten! Black cats are tough to photograph anyway, and little ones that dart around at the speed of sound are even harder to get pictures of.

New Smooch 3

This is Smooch, who will also be getting a better name. He is BIG. Like, as big as Tazendra was, and he's only seven months old!

A few moar. )

None of these pics do justice to the kitties, who are absolutely beautiful. I hope this works out, because they are really cool kitties!

Friends.

Jul. 11th, 2011 09:45 am
naamah_darling: A sweet-looking long-haired black cat. She is very soft. (Tazendra)
We're going to pick up both kitties this afternoon at 4:30.

I am absolutely terrified this will not work out, but still so happy.

I was raised around cats. My family had two cats, Sam and Sergeant, who slept in my crib with me like big tabby-striped pillows, and we never had fewer than three cats while I lived at home. Our average was four or five, our max was eight. They were all altered, they all had their shots and were well-cared-for, clean, healthy, vetted, and spoiled. They were indoor/outdoor cats, so they had room to get away from each other, and they generally got along okay. The more cats in a household, the more likely each cat is to have another cat or two they get along with, which takes the pressure off the rest, who don't have to deal with unwanted overtures of affection. I grew up watching cats socialize in a pretty much ideal environment, and I have to say that it was a really wonderful thing to observe. I've always missed that, and that's what I am hoping to create with these two silly boys. Some friendships, a working kitty social group.

Tazendra hated Sif from the moment we brought Sif home, and neither of them liked Fish at all, they were the worst possible mix of personalities, each so different from the others that they annoyed one another too much to ever become friends. I've lived for sixteen years in a household where the cats were tolerant at best, but never affectionate. I'm hoping that it will go better this time. At least these new cats know each other already, so they'll have at least one friend.

The other thing about how I grew up is that our indoor/outdoor cats suffered casualties. I lost a lot of cats to cars, one to antifreeze, a couple went out and never came home. I grew up with pet loss. We had about twenty cats in eighteen years, and we eventually lost them all. Only a couple lived long enough to die of natural causes, and they were the really, really smart ones. So I was raised losing friends. But I never loved the next one less, I never got the knack of holding myself apart so that I wouldn't get hurt. I never kept them at a distance. I never could say no to another.

So I'm used to taking the shot to the gut and getting up again, I'm used to moving on to meet the next cat, used to separating my grief from how I feel about other cats, new cats. It's not a knack everyone has, which is unfortunate, since it helps the pain immensely, but I can't say I recommend learning it the way I did, which was dreadful (and is why I will never again have cats that go outdoors). I'm glad I have it. It makes it easier to go on and make new friends. It's just what I do. I lose one, I grieve, I find another, because it is, on some level, my self-appointed job to take in cats that need me and care for them, and having an empty space feels very much like selfishness, like refusing to help a friend that needs help (even if I haven't met that friend yet). There is no replacing the pets I've lost, of course, there is only meeting the next one and finding out how delightful they are in their own way. I've never known any two cats that were particularly alike.

I hope, in the wake of what I lost with Tazendra, who was a terrible cat and the very best of companions, all this experience will serve me well, and make me as able to adapt to new little friends as I've always been. I hope I didn't lose something too great to overcome so soon. I'm confident, but I don't really know. Not for sure. I've never lost any friend so dear to me. I want her back. I don't expect that new cats will ever change that. Someday I will want them back, too, and I'll want Tazendra back just as badly, still, when that day comes, the same way I still want Flame back, and Thor, and Wuss, and Twindle, and Weed, and all the others.

But I keep doing this, even though I know this road just goes in one big circle of making friends and losing them. I keep volunteering for this.

Sucker.

Friends.

Jul. 11th, 2011 09:45 am
naamah_darling: A sweet-looking long-haired black cat. She is very soft. (Tazendra)
We're going to pick up both kitties this afternoon at 4:30.

I am absolutely terrified this will not work out, but still so happy.

I was raised around cats. My family had two cats, Sam and Sergeant, who slept in my crib with me like big tabby-striped pillows, and we never had fewer than three cats while I lived at home. Our average was four or five, our max was eight. They were all altered, they all had their shots and were well-cared-for, clean, healthy, vetted, and spoiled. They were indoor/outdoor cats, so they had room to get away from each other, and they generally got along okay. The more cats in a household, the more likely each cat is to have another cat or two they get along with, which takes the pressure off the rest, who don't have to deal with unwanted overtures of affection. I grew up watching cats socialize in a pretty much ideal environment, and I have to say that it was a really wonderful thing to observe. I've always missed that, and that's what I am hoping to create with these two silly boys. Some friendships, a working kitty social group.

Tazendra hated Sif from the moment we brought Sif home, and neither of them liked Fish at all, they were the worst possible mix of personalities, each so different from the others that they annoyed one another too much to ever become friends. I've lived for sixteen years in a household where the cats were tolerant at best, but never affectionate. I'm hoping that it will go better this time. At least these new cats know each other already, so they'll have at least one friend.

The other thing about how I grew up is that our indoor/outdoor cats suffered casualties. I lost a lot of cats to cars, one to antifreeze, a couple went out and never came home. I grew up with pet loss. We had about twenty cats in eighteen years, and we eventually lost them all. Only a couple lived long enough to die of natural causes, and they were the really, really smart ones. So I was raised losing friends. But I never loved the next one less, I never got the knack of holding myself apart so that I wouldn't get hurt. I never kept them at a distance. I never could say no to another.

So I'm used to taking the shot to the gut and getting up again, I'm used to moving on to meet the next cat, used to separating my grief from how I feel about other cats, new cats. It's not a knack everyone has, which is unfortunate, since it helps the pain immensely, but I can't say I recommend learning it the way I did, which was dreadful (and is why I will never again have cats that go outdoors). I'm glad I have it. It makes it easier to go on and make new friends. It's just what I do. I lose one, I grieve, I find another, because it is, on some level, my self-appointed job to take in cats that need me and care for them, and having an empty space feels very much like selfishness, like refusing to help a friend that needs help (even if I haven't met that friend yet). There is no replacing the pets I've lost, of course, there is only meeting the next one and finding out how delightful they are in their own way. I've never known any two cats that were particularly alike.

I hope, in the wake of what I lost with Tazendra, who was a terrible cat and the very best of companions, all this experience will serve me well, and make me as able to adapt to new little friends as I've always been. I hope I didn't lose something too great to overcome so soon. I'm confident, but I don't really know. Not for sure. I've never lost any friend so dear to me. I want her back. I don't expect that new cats will ever change that. Someday I will want them back, too, and I'll want Tazendra back just as badly, still, when that day comes, the same way I still want Flame back, and Thor, and Wuss, and Twindle, and Weed, and all the others.

But I keep doing this, even though I know this road just goes in one big circle of making friends and losing them. I keep volunteering for this.

Sucker.

So.

Jul. 10th, 2011 07:39 am
naamah_darling: A sweet-looking long-haired black cat. She is very soft. (Tazendra)
So apparently, city ordinances permit up to five cats in a household. I had been remembering wrong. I thought the legal limit was three, but that's the limit for dogs, of which we have none.

We're going to ask if we can take them both.

Ask.

Just so we know our options.

I tallied up their virtues in an email to friends. Here it is:

Smooch:

Personality 5/10 (sweet, but not overly excited about us in particular)
Goofiness 10/10 (looks SO silly OMFG)
Appearance 7/10 (adorable, really adorable)
Pitiful factor 8/10 (OMG who else will LOVE HEEEM?! No doubt someone, but I'd feel bad.)
Cuddle rating 9/10 (floof is perfect; docked 1 point for being kinda hot to sleep next to in the summer)
Fish factor 5/10 (might work, might not, can't say)
Total 44/60

Bonus Round!
Liked Sargon's beard? Did not care, but did not hate it. 1/2
Kisses? Yes, but had to be bribed with butt-scratches. 1/2
Ride on shoulder? Nah. 0/2
Keeton pitons/uses claws when held? Nope. Limp like a teddy bear. 2/2
Big, hairy paws? Yes. 2/2
Total 6/10


Road Rash:

Personality 10/10 (sweet, loved us, gave many kisses)
Goofiness 7/10 (he's a kitten, he's goofy)
Appearance 10/10 (GORGEOUS, seriously one of the most beautiful cats I've seen in a long time)
Pitiful factor 2/10 (backstory is sad, but he's adorbs and won't have trouble finding a home)
Cuddle rating 7/10 (this is actually a super high score for a shorthaired, wiry little dude)
Fish factor 9/10 (I am almost 100% sure they'd get along)
45/60

Bonus Round!
Liked Sargon's beard? A lot. 2/2
Kisses? Yes. Unsolicited. 2/2
Ride on shoulder? Yes. 2/2
Keeton pitons/uses claws when held? Surprisingly, no. 2/2
Big, hairy paws? No, tiny sleek paws. 0/2
Total 8/10


Ahem.

As you can see, they are neck and neck. Roadie's got that ultra-affectionate take-me-home sucker-mugging thing licked. Smooch is the kind of cat who is not immediately demonstrative. He's older, he seems affable and maybe a little dopey, and doesn't seem to care about anything he doesn't have to care about. But you know, that's a good starting place for a solid friendship. I am sure we'd get along. (I've only ever met two non-feral cats I couldn't get along with.)

So that's where we're at. Hopefully we'll hear from the shelter people tomorrow and we'll know. And maybe go pick one or both up if they'll let us.

Oh, lord, what am I getting myself into? *headshake*

So.

Jul. 10th, 2011 07:39 am
naamah_darling: A sweet-looking long-haired black cat. She is very soft. (Tazendra)
So apparently, city ordinances permit up to five cats in a household. I had been remembering wrong. I thought the legal limit was three, but that's the limit for dogs, of which we have none.

We're going to ask if we can take them both.

Ask.

Just so we know our options.

I tallied up their virtues in an email to friends. Here it is:

Smooch:

Personality 5/10 (sweet, but not overly excited about us in particular)
Goofiness 10/10 (looks SO silly OMFG)
Appearance 7/10 (adorable, really adorable)
Pitiful factor 8/10 (OMG who else will LOVE HEEEM?! No doubt someone, but I'd feel bad.)
Cuddle rating 9/10 (floof is perfect; docked 1 point for being kinda hot to sleep next to in the summer)
Fish factor 5/10 (might work, might not, can't say)
Total 44/60

Bonus Round!
Liked Sargon's beard? Did not care, but did not hate it. 1/2
Kisses? Yes, but had to be bribed with butt-scratches. 1/2
Ride on shoulder? Nah. 0/2
Keeton pitons/uses claws when held? Nope. Limp like a teddy bear. 2/2
Big, hairy paws? Yes. 2/2
Total 6/10


Road Rash:

Personality 10/10 (sweet, loved us, gave many kisses)
Goofiness 7/10 (he's a kitten, he's goofy)
Appearance 10/10 (GORGEOUS, seriously one of the most beautiful cats I've seen in a long time)
Pitiful factor 2/10 (backstory is sad, but he's adorbs and won't have trouble finding a home)
Cuddle rating 7/10 (this is actually a super high score for a shorthaired, wiry little dude)
Fish factor 9/10 (I am almost 100% sure they'd get along)
45/60

Bonus Round!
Liked Sargon's beard? A lot. 2/2
Kisses? Yes. Unsolicited. 2/2
Ride on shoulder? Yes. 2/2
Keeton pitons/uses claws when held? Surprisingly, no. 2/2
Big, hairy paws? No, tiny sleek paws. 0/2
Total 8/10


Ahem.

As you can see, they are neck and neck. Roadie's got that ultra-affectionate take-me-home sucker-mugging thing licked. Smooch is the kind of cat who is not immediately demonstrative. He's older, he seems affable and maybe a little dopey, and doesn't seem to care about anything he doesn't have to care about. But you know, that's a good starting place for a solid friendship. I am sure we'd get along. (I've only ever met two non-feral cats I couldn't get along with.)

So that's where we're at. Hopefully we'll hear from the shelter people tomorrow and we'll know. And maybe go pick one or both up if they'll let us.

Oh, lord, what am I getting myself into? *headshake*
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kitty Love!)
We met two adorable cats tonight, and now we have to choose between them.

"Smooch" is the smoosh-faced one-eyed cat. He's purebred Himalayan, VERY goofy-looking, laid-back, and from my initial impression, sedentary and not too bright (both pluses, frankly). He was born with one eye (blue) and a crooked face. He's seven months old, and from the size of his paws and the set of his legs he's going to be LARGE. He's beautiful, adorable, and silly-looking. And the floof factor is simply delightful, he feels like soft, soft lambswool all over. He was in a new place and was a little uncertain, but not unfriendly or scared. He just wasn't all over us. We didn't not click, but that connection wasn't there immediately. I have no doubt it would be, he's very loving and cuddly, but it wasn't immediate.

"Roadie" is a wiry little black shorthair with a very Siamese build, a simply ravishing face, and a lot of personality. He's playful, laid back, likes other cats, and is about four months old, still in major kitten territory. Someone threw him out of a car (sons of bitches), so he had a couple of baby teeth knocked out, but the others may grow in just fine. He's got a bit of road rash on his face, some scars, but nothing that will be visible even two months from now. He will look totally normal. And he totally, totally sold himself. Purring, kisses, playful, snuggly, everything. His personality (please forgive me for using a glurge-worthy phrase here) really just sparkles.

I don't think there's a bad choice here, I think they could both do well with us, but I'm torn. If it was just me, I'd take Smooch. He is physically and psychologically everything I want in a cat. He requires extra care (daily grooming, cleaning his face and ears, making sure his empty eyesocket is clean, etc.) but nothing I would find bothersome. I really don't mind at all. I really love the floof. I miss having long, soft fur to put my face in.

Roadie is likely to be a better match for Fish, though, and that is a big deal, since a HUGE part of this is getting her a friend. I have more confidence in his ability to integrate into the household, even though he will be more of a pain in terms of getting into stuff and just generally being A Kitten. Roadie would also be more low-maintenance. He's a domestic shorthair (no floof), radiates health, and has that alley-cat hybrid vigor thing going on.

I would feel bad on passing on Smooch, since he's a once-in-a-lifetime chance to have a really silly-looking cat, and I worry about his odds of being adopted vs. the kitten, because the kitten is adorable, personable, and knows how to sell himself. I want a gimpy-looking cat that I can love for being imperfect, I want one that needs me, I really, really do, but every cat is one-of-a-kind, gimpy face or not, and any cat I take in will need me.

*sigh*

We just HAD to look at the little one. Threw a wrench right into things.

*laugh*
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kitty Love!)
We met two adorable cats tonight, and now we have to choose between them.

"Smooch" is the smoosh-faced one-eyed cat. He's purebred Himalayan, VERY goofy-looking, laid-back, and from my initial impression, sedentary and not too bright (both pluses, frankly). He was born with one eye (blue) and a crooked face. He's seven months old, and from the size of his paws and the set of his legs he's going to be LARGE. He's beautiful, adorable, and silly-looking. And the floof factor is simply delightful, he feels like soft, soft lambswool all over. He was in a new place and was a little uncertain, but not unfriendly or scared. He just wasn't all over us. We didn't not click, but that connection wasn't there immediately. I have no doubt it would be, he's very loving and cuddly, but it wasn't immediate.

"Roadie" is a wiry little black shorthair with a very Siamese build, a simply ravishing face, and a lot of personality. He's playful, laid back, likes other cats, and is about four months old, still in major kitten territory. Someone threw him out of a car (sons of bitches), so he had a couple of baby teeth knocked out, but the others may grow in just fine. He's got a bit of road rash on his face, some scars, but nothing that will be visible even two months from now. He will look totally normal. And he totally, totally sold himself. Purring, kisses, playful, snuggly, everything. His personality (please forgive me for using a glurge-worthy phrase here) really just sparkles.

I don't think there's a bad choice here, I think they could both do well with us, but I'm torn. If it was just me, I'd take Smooch. He is physically and psychologically everything I want in a cat. He requires extra care (daily grooming, cleaning his face and ears, making sure his empty eyesocket is clean, etc.) but nothing I would find bothersome. I really don't mind at all. I really love the floof. I miss having long, soft fur to put my face in.

Roadie is likely to be a better match for Fish, though, and that is a big deal, since a HUGE part of this is getting her a friend. I have more confidence in his ability to integrate into the household, even though he will be more of a pain in terms of getting into stuff and just generally being A Kitten. Roadie would also be more low-maintenance. He's a domestic shorthair (no floof), radiates health, and has that alley-cat hybrid vigor thing going on.

I would feel bad on passing on Smooch, since he's a once-in-a-lifetime chance to have a really silly-looking cat, and I worry about his odds of being adopted vs. the kitten, because the kitten is adorable, personable, and knows how to sell himself. I want a gimpy-looking cat that I can love for being imperfect, I want one that needs me, I really, really do, but every cat is one-of-a-kind, gimpy face or not, and any cat I take in will need me.

*sigh*

We just HAD to look at the little one. Threw a wrench right into things.

*laugh*
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kitty Love!)
We have an appointment tomorrow to go see the gimpy-faced kitty! I want to tell you all about him, but I'm trying really hard not to sell myself on him before we actually meet and are approved to bring him home. There will be an additional backup gimpy-faced kitty there for us to look at, as well, in case this one does not quite strike our fancy.

From what I am hearing about this cat, I think that is a small possibility. He sounds so sweet, OMG, you guys. And he is really cute. I will take some pictures if I can remember to bring the camera!

IN FACT you all had better be ready for the flood of pictures that will be incoming, because whatever cat we wind up with will either be adorably gimpy or just plain adorably adorable, and I am so excited.

Also scared, afraid the others won't get along with him, afraid it won't work out, that I'll decide I love him to pieces but we just can't keep him. The way this house is laid out, there's really no way to isolate a new cat from the others for an acclimatization period. Well, Sargon's room, I guess, but I am not okay with that -- I want the new cat to be around me -- and I'm sure Sargon isn't real keen on the idea, either. If the studio weren't full of dangerous and breakable things, that'd be a possibility, or if we had a door in the hall doorway.

I am sure in a couple of months, it will all be good. And if I have a new friend, a good friend, that will be better than good. Nothing will ever replace my silly-faced goblin girl, nothing, but I know she wouldn't want me to be lonely.

GAH. I NEED a new cat to make fun of! Fish is comical, but not quite comical enough to satisfy my urge to affectionately ridicule something that cannot understand me on an hourly basis.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kitty Love!)
We have an appointment tomorrow to go see the gimpy-faced kitty! I want to tell you all about him, but I'm trying really hard not to sell myself on him before we actually meet and are approved to bring him home. There will be an additional backup gimpy-faced kitty there for us to look at, as well, in case this one does not quite strike our fancy.

From what I am hearing about this cat, I think that is a small possibility. He sounds so sweet, OMG, you guys. And he is really cute. I will take some pictures if I can remember to bring the camera!

IN FACT you all had better be ready for the flood of pictures that will be incoming, because whatever cat we wind up with will either be adorably gimpy or just plain adorably adorable, and I am so excited.

Also scared, afraid the others won't get along with him, afraid it won't work out, that I'll decide I love him to pieces but we just can't keep him. The way this house is laid out, there's really no way to isolate a new cat from the others for an acclimatization period. Well, Sargon's room, I guess, but I am not okay with that -- I want the new cat to be around me -- and I'm sure Sargon isn't real keen on the idea, either. If the studio weren't full of dangerous and breakable things, that'd be a possibility, or if we had a door in the hall doorway.

I am sure in a couple of months, it will all be good. And if I have a new friend, a good friend, that will be better than good. Nothing will ever replace my silly-faced goblin girl, nothing, but I know she wouldn't want me to be lonely.

GAH. I NEED a new cat to make fun of! Fish is comical, but not quite comical enough to satisfy my urge to affectionately ridicule something that cannot understand me on an hourly basis.
naamah_darling: A sweet-looking long-haired black cat. She is very soft. (Tazendra)
I just emailed a local rescue about what sounds like a really wonderful young boy kitty. He's kind of goofy-looking, and has only one eye. Cross your fingers.

Not cross your fingers that we get to adopt him, but cross your fingers that what is best for him, and for us, happens when it needs to.

I'm nervous about it because only once before in my life have I deliberately set out to acquire a cat. When life just dumps a cat in your lap, you feel like you are doing the right thing. It's not a choice, it's fate. When you're setting out to do it, even if it's a cat who really needs a home, it's still a choice you are making, and choices can be wrong.

I want another cat, but I don't want to screw everything up and create more tension in the house, causing more bad behavior and floor-pooping. But Fish is seriously going a little bonkers, and is obviously really lonely for a friend. I just want to do the right thing.

Things can't go back to how they were, and that's fine. I'm fine with different. I want different. When you take in a cat, you should be doing it because you want to meet this new fur-person, not because you want a replacement for his or her predecessor. I'm ready, and I have room. I just want it to work out.

At any rate, the rescue sounds wonderful. They specialize in special-needs animals, and even have a "bones and fishes" program to help elderly people and families who have fallen on hard times pay for pet food. Even if we don't wind up with this boy, I'd really like to adopt from them, because they sound like good folks. And I'm all for adopting gimpy kitties.
naamah_darling: A sweet-looking long-haired black cat. She is very soft. (Tazendra)
I just emailed a local rescue about what sounds like a really wonderful young boy kitty. He's kind of goofy-looking, and has only one eye. Cross your fingers.

Not cross your fingers that we get to adopt him, but cross your fingers that what is best for him, and for us, happens when it needs to.

I'm nervous about it because only once before in my life have I deliberately set out to acquire a cat. When life just dumps a cat in your lap, you feel like you are doing the right thing. It's not a choice, it's fate. When you're setting out to do it, even if it's a cat who really needs a home, it's still a choice you are making, and choices can be wrong.

I want another cat, but I don't want to screw everything up and create more tension in the house, causing more bad behavior and floor-pooping. But Fish is seriously going a little bonkers, and is obviously really lonely for a friend. I just want to do the right thing.

Things can't go back to how they were, and that's fine. I'm fine with different. I want different. When you take in a cat, you should be doing it because you want to meet this new fur-person, not because you want a replacement for his or her predecessor. I'm ready, and I have room. I just want it to work out.

At any rate, the rescue sounds wonderful. They specialize in special-needs animals, and even have a "bones and fishes" program to help elderly people and families who have fallen on hard times pay for pet food. Even if we don't wind up with this boy, I'd really like to adopt from them, because they sound like good folks. And I'm all for adopting gimpy kitties.

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