Yup. Thats right. My Dad, who is extremely allergic to cats, brought home a kitten yesterday. And not only that, but my mom has allowed it into the house! what? Mom wants to name him Hippo because at the moment he is sleeping beside the carving of a hippo we have from Africa, and Dad wants to name him Phoebe because this is "smelly cat".... will the madness never end I ask you?!
As Mom and I enjoyed a cup of hot apple cider and the latest episode of Battle of the Blades this nameless little kitty ran around the living room clawing at the furniture and climbing up the coffee table legs. It finally settled down on a little blanket in front of the fire place.
After the show was over I remained in the living room looking at the new canadian living magazine and Mom busied herself with other things around the house. About 20 minutes later she comes back and asks me where the kitten went. oops! At some point kitty had gotten up from his little bed and wandered off somewhere. We were positive that he was still in the living room somewhere... because if he had gone into the rest of the house.... the dogs would have gone nuts. But we couldn't find him anywhere. I looked under the couches, under the coffee table, behind the tv. But he was nowhere to be found. We searched behind the curtains, around the games table, behind the TV again.... no kitty.
On the shelf under the coffee table we have some baskets that hold magazines, quilts, coffee table books.... and well... I didn't think he would have climbed into one of those baskets.... but lo and behold... when mom pulled out the basket with the quilt in it... there he was all snuggled up and then looking very perturbed at us for awakening him from his beauty sleep with our giggles.
We locked him in the living room while I whipped up some delicious cranberry orange muffins. I don't think I had made muffins since my grade 10 intro to foods class in 2004. haha. They turned out beautifully... so good in fact that I am contemplating eating my third.
Then I came back into the living room to try blogging. But then I realized that, other than this crazy little kitty, there isn't really anything interesting for me to write about. So now I am am just enjoying watching him sit regally on our big armchair... and then he jumps up and starts chasing his tail until he falls off onto the hardwood floor. Then he wanders over to my feet and starts nibbling on my toes. I kick him away and he jumps on my leg and starts to climb up it... digging his little razor claws into my knee cap. ouchie.
This on-going battle continues of me tossing him off the couch when he gets too close to me, major sneezes and sniffles (I am also allergic to cats) and kicking him away when he tries to eat or climb my leg..... until Mom decides that its time to put him back outside.
And now I think I have completed this pointless post and am going to indulge in my third muffin and head to bed.
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