Serafina's Corner of the World

I went to a Scottish and Celtic festival today with my dog-loving friend. The SPCA had adoptable dogs there, so we went over to see them. I was trying to coax this little one out from under its pillow while my friend went to go pet a beautiful black dog. I gave up on pillow puppy and went to join my friend.

The black dog saw me coming and ran, pulling on its leash. When I got down to pet it, it stood on its hind legs, put her paws on my shoulders, and started licking me all over.

I love that dog. I would have adopted it on the spot if I could.

In cat news, not only is Cobbler still following me out to my car, Tuxedo Cat has got in the act. I was barely able to leave the house because I kept having to stop to pet them.

There is water in the kitchen, next to the food, and yet every cat, including Tuxedo Cat, the OUTDOOR cat/guest, seems to think that after they eat, the must go to the bathroom to drink from the mug. I don't get it.

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Brycee doesn't think this. She just drinks from it when she's in there. But the boys do. Because boys are dumb.

So, whenever Cobbler comes home after being away for a couple days, the first thing he does is looks for Brycee. This morning he came in and looked for her for about ten minutes. Even I didn't know where she was. He started to get really agitated when he couldn't find her, moving more quickly, getting more tense, when he *finally* found her:

She was hiding in a paper bag, watching him.

Brat.

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After however long I've been feeding Tuxedo Cat, he finally let me pet him!!

I am the cat whisperer.

There was a lot of noise and a lot of movement. Then I turned to look, and all I saw was Brycee, sitting there, looking at me with big, innocent eyes.

I don't trust her.

I appreciate all the stuff you're telling me about litter boxes and how to get a finnicky cat to use a litter box and not everywhere else, but, honestly, right now I'm more concerned with the fact my kitty has licked and bitten off half of her fur and JUST WANT TO SEE THE DOCTOR.

Because, honestly? I'm not convince we're having a finnicky litter box problem. I think we're having a "I'm so uncomfortable, I'ma just gonna pee wherever the fuck I like, Mom until you m ake me feel better problem."

So. Yeah.

Apparently Cobbler has been an annoying brat all day because all he wanted to do was curl up into my lap and pass stinky gas.

*sigh*

Yesterday, Stormy took Cobbler's place as the stupidest cat in the apartment complex. I was coming home from rehearsal, and Stormy's sitting in my spot. He just sat there until my car was inches from him. I had to jump out of my car and chase him off. He ended up one space over, watching me.

So, dumb cat, right?

And then, today, Cobbler got stuck on the roof again. And by stuck, I mean perfectly happy to hang out on someone else's balcony until he sees me, freaks out, forgets how he got up there and starts crying. I had to lead him to the jump points and then throw things at and by him to get him off.

Dummy.

Last night I dreamed I was Natasha. We were living in the Stark "mansion" (it was just a really big house, not a tower, more like a smaller version of Professor X's place) and was on the roof. Clint found me or escaped from being kidnapped or something and we had a cuddle session on the roof (because I'm super into platonic, asexual soulmate relationships right now in which the two people manage to entwine themselves together completely without any intent other than comfort [although there is sometimes kissing]). For some reason, however, he was turned into Darth Maul (or at lest looking like him). Then Tony comes running by and leaving and *head* been Hulkified, only read and I think meshed with his armor.

Then my stupid cat woke me up because he decided it was up time, even though he had food, didn't want to go outside, and I had no reason to be up.

In other words, Brycee's been going out at night lately for house, which she hasn't done in about two years. I'm now wondering if it's because she's been sick for two years (stomach problems that have been making her throw up) and she's finally feeling better. This makes me feel like a horrible mom because I didn't know for two years she was sick. *sigh*

Both Stormy and Tuxedo Cat walked in today to hang out. Brycee didn't do anything until Tuxedo Cat left, and then she just hissed. She didn't even stand, just hissed.

Now Tuxedo Cat is outside crying. He sounds like an alien being hit with a baseball bat.