There's a kitty sleeping next to me
Well, let's see, I feel that I have a lot that I want to talk about, but as it stands at this moment I think this may be a short post (well short for me anyway) because i really want to watch an episode of Angel or Buffy, I haven't decided yet, and since it's already 2 a.m. I should get started. Just wanted to write about a few things real quick.
I finally did some maintenance on this page, I'm no professional but the fact that I figured out how to make some things work and get some things to look the way I wanted them to is something that amazes me and makes me a little proud of myself. I added the links to my favorite websites on here too; I'll add more as I have more time. Some peoples' blogs are fancy (one of my favorite words!) and that made me feel like I should do a bit more with mine. I'll try to post pictures and stuff as well. I really want to do some posts about certain songs and what the lyrics mean to me and why I love them. I want to do some posts about certain pieces of artwork I found on the internet that I think are wicked cool and just post about the general, swirly thoughts going on in my head at any given moment.
Today was pretty boring, the best part of today was watching the Dallas Cowboys beat the Tennessee Titans (I'm a product of my upbringing and the Cowboys were and are a part of that). The other good part was me, my brother and my sister all playing with the new kitty and just watching the random adorableness.
He's this so cute little orangey kitty we found the other night. Well actually, my dad was outside and he came in and said, "Look at the cat", and my sister went to the door, called to him and he ran straight inside. I wasn't home when they found him and I was sad because I knew that by the time I got home he would be gone again. But, when I pulled up a couple of hours later, the kitty was still there outside the house and I called to him and he came right up to me and let me pick him up. I took him in and fell in love. But after a while I put him out cuz I knew he belonged to someone and I didn’t want to keep him from going home. But when I went outside at 4:30 a.m. to take my mom to work there was the kitty again and I was so sad because it was chilly outside and his paws and fur were cold. So I took him with me in the car and he was so great.
He's the sweetest little thing ever; he hasn't bitten or scratched anyone. In the car I discovered that he was de-clawed, which made me a little angry because if you're going to have your cat de-clawed it is your responsibility to either keep the cat indoors where there are no dangers presented to him/her or be more watchful and aware of the time its outside (I'm beginning to think that what happened was that someone just dumped this precious little kitty outside on purpose).
However, this is now 4 days later and he has yet to make a beeline for the door and try to escape. We bought him a litter box and all the other necessities needed for a kitty. We also gave him a name, William, named after, you guessed it, Spike. Spike was called William when he was still human and therefore alive, but when he became a badass, sexy vampire he changed his name to Spike. I decided to call him William, because yes I am obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all things Spike, but there really is more to it than that. William was a very sensitive man, he loved to write poetry and appreciated the fine things in life, he was very open and honest although perhaps a bit shy and nerdy (more reasons to love Spike), and when he became a vampire and fleshed out the persona of Spike he still retained the sensitivity and awareness and honesty that make me love him so much. Anyhow, although I desperately wanted to name the kitty Spike, it just didn’t fit. I mean if he had been wild and running around and biting people I would have called him Spike lol, but he just lazes around, loves to be held, purrs like a Mack truck, rubs against our legs all the time and shows little interest in playing with any toys, so I called him William because he seems so sweet and sensitive. I love him.
Well that’s all for now, I'll try and post again tomorrow and who knows maybe I'll actually get around to posting about the things I actually planned to do in the first place. Goodnight.
I finally did some maintenance on this page, I'm no professional but the fact that I figured out how to make some things work and get some things to look the way I wanted them to is something that amazes me and makes me a little proud of myself. I added the links to my favorite websites on here too; I'll add more as I have more time. Some peoples' blogs are fancy (one of my favorite words!) and that made me feel like I should do a bit more with mine. I'll try to post pictures and stuff as well. I really want to do some posts about certain songs and what the lyrics mean to me and why I love them. I want to do some posts about certain pieces of artwork I found on the internet that I think are wicked cool and just post about the general, swirly thoughts going on in my head at any given moment.
Today was pretty boring, the best part of today was watching the Dallas Cowboys beat the Tennessee Titans (I'm a product of my upbringing and the Cowboys were and are a part of that). The other good part was me, my brother and my sister all playing with the new kitty and just watching the random adorableness.
He's this so cute little orangey kitty we found the other night. Well actually, my dad was outside and he came in and said, "Look at the cat", and my sister went to the door, called to him and he ran straight inside. I wasn't home when they found him and I was sad because I knew that by the time I got home he would be gone again. But, when I pulled up a couple of hours later, the kitty was still there outside the house and I called to him and he came right up to me and let me pick him up. I took him in and fell in love. But after a while I put him out cuz I knew he belonged to someone and I didn’t want to keep him from going home. But when I went outside at 4:30 a.m. to take my mom to work there was the kitty again and I was so sad because it was chilly outside and his paws and fur were cold. So I took him with me in the car and he was so great.
He's the sweetest little thing ever; he hasn't bitten or scratched anyone. In the car I discovered that he was de-clawed, which made me a little angry because if you're going to have your cat de-clawed it is your responsibility to either keep the cat indoors where there are no dangers presented to him/her or be more watchful and aware of the time its outside (I'm beginning to think that what happened was that someone just dumped this precious little kitty outside on purpose).
However, this is now 4 days later and he has yet to make a beeline for the door and try to escape. We bought him a litter box and all the other necessities needed for a kitty. We also gave him a name, William, named after, you guessed it, Spike. Spike was called William when he was still human and therefore alive, but when he became a badass, sexy vampire he changed his name to Spike. I decided to call him William, because yes I am obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all things Spike, but there really is more to it than that. William was a very sensitive man, he loved to write poetry and appreciated the fine things in life, he was very open and honest although perhaps a bit shy and nerdy (more reasons to love Spike), and when he became a vampire and fleshed out the persona of Spike he still retained the sensitivity and awareness and honesty that make me love him so much. Anyhow, although I desperately wanted to name the kitty Spike, it just didn’t fit. I mean if he had been wild and running around and biting people I would have called him Spike lol, but he just lazes around, loves to be held, purrs like a Mack truck, rubs against our legs all the time and shows little interest in playing with any toys, so I called him William because he seems so sweet and sensitive. I love him.
Well that’s all for now, I'll try and post again tomorrow and who knows maybe I'll actually get around to posting about the things I actually planned to do in the first place. Goodnight.
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