Serafina's Corner of the World

Cat - 3, Mom and Pills - 1

I tried egg yolk this time. She won't eat it. I ended up pilling her this morning, so that's what I guess I'll have to do. I hate that idea. Also, she keeps hiding under the couch.

Also, I find it very distracting when Breakout Kings reuses an actor from Prison Break. Especially Maricruz (aka Sucre's girlfriend).

If they're not hissing, they're probably just playing, right? Because Stormy followed me inside, and he and Cobbler are chasing each other all over and pouncing and wrestling. But there's no hissing and they stop every few seconds and look at each other and then start again. Playing, right?

(Byrcee is hissing, but she's not part of this)

ETA: Stormy left and now Cobbler's wandering around and meowing. He goes outside, but it's raining, so he keeps coming right back in. Poor baby; if I could get a kitten for him, I would. But it's not allowed, so...

"Hey, Cobbler, look! It's a birdie. It's drinking water! Look!"

Cobbler: Bird? Bird! BIRD!!! *struggles to get out of Mom's grasp*

"Oh, wait! I was wrong. That's not a bird! No birds here!"

Cobbler: BIRD!!!!!!! *wiggles out of grasp*

Bird: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! *fly away*

Other bird: AHHHHHHHHH! *fly away*

Cobbler: BIRDS!!!!!!!!

I changed the blanket on the couch from the purple one to a fuzzy blanket. Brycee now *loves* the couch. She sleeps on it all the time.

Unfortunately, we seem to have developed a "Big Bang Theory" problem. See, I have my spot. I like my spot. And while I have less reasons for liking my spot than Sheldon, it's still my spot.

Except, Brycee seems to think it's her spot. It's a constant war for the spot now. If I get up, she runs over and jumps on it. She'll sit next to me if I'm in it, but the second I shift, she makes her move. I know I'm a silly human for thinking I can win the spot, but, dammit, it's my spot.

The Spot (can't embed)

I've lived in my apartment for ... five years? Four years? Anyway, since I moved here, I've only had one place to sit: my recliner. I got rid of my loveseat because I never sat on it and brycee was always peeing on it.

I finally decided that I need a couch. Luckily, a coworker wanted to get rid of the one she and her boyfriend had inherited from the local college. It's not much to look at, and only moderately comfortable, but it's another place to sit.

I've had it for a little over 24 hours. Brycee's already peed on it. I stopped her once yesterday, but I missed it today. She only does it when I'm in the room. At least, I think she only does it then.

I'm thinking of skinning her alive. Any other suggestions?

(j/k, of course)

Cobbler has a new friend that he's hanging out with. I've named the cat Stormy because a) he's grey and b) he showed up the day after the Doctor Who episode with Stormageddon, Dark Lord of all. He's a very friendly cat, very beautiful, and lives in the apartment round the corner.

Lately, when Cobbler's spent the day outside, he and Stormy come running up together to greet me. One day, I saw Stormy run up to Cobbler and put his arms around Cobblers shoulders. They chase each other, play, and it's all very, very cute.

To me, it's obvious that, when I come home, they want to go inside and snuggle together. Stormy follows Cobbler and me to my door and he starts inside when I open it.

But, there stands Brycee, guardian of the house. She stands on the other side, hissing and growling. A couple of times, I manage to get her away so Stormy can come inside, but the mood is lost by then and, after exploring and using every scratch pad in the house, Stormy takes off.

Poor Cobbler. If he didn't have such a mean older sister, he and his buddy could cuddle.


Also, yesterday, I was petting Cobbler's back. He was doing that thing where his head was low and his butt was in the air. Brycee came over and... not exactly bit him, but put her mouth over his neck and head and held on.

Last night, Cobbler came back from calling on his friends with smudges on his face. I was honestly (irrationally) scared that his smoking family had decided to use Cobbler's face to put out their cigarettes (they hadn't) and proceeded to scrub his face mildly clean (whatever it is won't come out). Then, as he sat there, cuddled in a blanket Brycee would later throw up on (again), I realized the truth:

Those smudges had strategically been put there to make him look cute and vulnerable. He was obviously used in an ASPCA commercial! Damn you Sarah McLaughlin!!!!

I had a perfectly lovely day seeing a perfectly dreadful movie (In Time... wow, it was so not good, except for Cillian Murphy) with a friend, and I come home to find a cat run over in the parking lot. It's a black cat. I'm fairly certain it's the black cat that's been living by me since I moved here and I was feeding on and off. I haven't seen it for awhile.

Cue emotional meltdown.

I never even settled on a name for it. Or a gender. I feel so horrible.

This is the first day in a week I've not had a headache, and to keep it that way, I decided to go for a walk early, before the sun came up. Both cats were outside, refusing to go in, so I pat them on the head and started.

Cobbler followed me. Quite determinately.

I was going to see if I could do the long route I've been aiming for, but not with a cat following me. Usually he stops after a few minutes, so I set off down the path that leads around the apartment complex. And he kept following me. Which turned out to be good, because after about ten minutes of walking, I started asthma coughing. Not horribly, but enough I would have had to stop my walk early. At least this way, I was still at the apartment complex.

I suspect Brycee told him to go with me. And she probably wouldn't approve of our detour into Squirrel Field (I had to hop a fence to get into it), but all's well that ends well, I guess.

Either whiney black!cat or the pretty white kitty left me a mouse! (My cats were both inside).

Really, she shouldn't have. I'd be satisfied with her letting me pet her.