cats man, not to be trusted
Dec. 3rd, 2014 01:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
healingmirthDecember 2nd is apparently National Mutt Day, so even though no one asked in so many words, here, have a poorly composed picture of my cats, who are whatever the cat version of a mutt is.
On October 11, I became a member of a two cat household for the first time since I was in high school. And so, for the past six weeks or so, I have been doing more than my usual amount of sitting on my couch, or the rug, or in the spare bedroom, or crawling around on the floor looking for things under the furniture. I have completely lost the perspective to say whether or not it's going well, but at least it hasn't been disastrous. They both still like me, which, honestly, is all I care about.
Also, I've been keeping the thermostat sliiiiightly too cold, so that when they're sleepy they both want to sit next to me, if not yet next to each other.
We had all sorts of different cats when I was a kid, but now I think I clearly have a type. They're both almost definitely part Maine Coon tabby - long hair, long tail. The kitten is a mottled gray with a dirty-looking muzzle and a slightly grumpy old man face; the cat, a brown mackerel and definitely the handsomest cat I've ever owned.
I have also since discovered that the kitten's actual birthday is the exact same day as the semi-random day I picked for the cat, and that I adopted them both on the second Saturday of October, which means I have infinitesimally increased the chance that I'll remember either of those facts without a calendar notification popping up.
On October 11, I became a member of a two cat household for the first time since I was in high school. And so, for the past six weeks or so, I have been doing more than my usual amount of sitting on my couch, or the rug, or in the spare bedroom, or crawling around on the floor looking for things under the furniture. I have completely lost the perspective to say whether or not it's going well, but at least it hasn't been disastrous. They both still like me, which, honestly, is all I care about.
Also, I've been keeping the thermostat sliiiiightly too cold, so that when they're sleepy they both want to sit next to me, if not yet next to each other.
We had all sorts of different cats when I was a kid, but now I think I clearly have a type. They're both almost definitely part Maine Coon tabby - long hair, long tail. The kitten is a mottled gray with a dirty-looking muzzle and a slightly grumpy old man face; the cat, a brown mackerel and definitely the handsomest cat I've ever owned.
I have also since discovered that the kitten's actual birthday is the exact same day as the semi-random day I picked for the cat, and that I adopted them both on the second Saturday of October, which means I have infinitesimally increased the chance that I'll remember either of those facts without a calendar notification popping up.
