The newest drain on finances. I think I need to stop letting the girls spend time at Aunt Patti's because they keep coming home with kittens. I don't want this stuff to escalate and next thing you know, it's a calf, or a goose, or whatever the heck else she has roaming around the back 40 looking cute and making moon eyes. This itty one doesn't really have an agreed upon name. First it was thought to be of the male persuasion, so "his" name was Jasper, which I think is a girly name anyways and still could have worked when it was suspected that gender identification was full of wrong. So Al started calling her Alice, after some other character in Twilight, which I find enormously ironic considering how much time she has spent expounding on the overall lameness of that franchise. Plus, I just think Alice for a cat kinda sounds stupid, so I suggested Shadow, or Spectre (complete with pretentious spelling) since we already have a Ghost, but nooooo, nobody liked that either. And then I suggested Cinder, since hello, itty blackness, or I was trying to come up with something that had to do with my Dad since he was always fond of black cats and such. So right now, we have been calling her (well, when I call her something besides," hey you, get your snout out of my water glass") C.A.S.T., which stands for Cinderella Alice Shadow Templar. She's snuggly and sweet, but her farts are the foulest stench known to mankind. Last week there was an itty cat barf next to the litter box, I bet it was her heaving at her own stench.
Oh, it looks like Ebony and Ivory living in perfect harmony, but this was just the lull in smackdown action. Ghost does look kind of butthurt when the kitten plays with his old toys, but overall I think he's happy to have someone who will actually play with him, rather than our other two crotchety old cats who don't want none of that consarned friskiness going on around them.
My weather stripping took a nosedive off the door last week, and Terry keeps trying to put it up with ancient double faced tape, which, yeah, doesn't work, so whoever forgets and opens the door gets smacked in the face. Although now it just hangs there all deflated because the magnetic thingy inside just slid right out (makes a nifty fridge magnet, I might add). See, this development is bad, because without getting smacked in the face, it could be months before this thing gets fixed. So really, I am just putting this pic up so I will have documentation of when the strip first fell off, so when I yell to Terry as he replaces weather stripping in a full on blizzard, "If you had just done this six months ago, we wouldn't have to deal with this snow drift in the entryway!"
