Felines & Felinity

Darcy -- and the rear foot of his brother, Grandmaster Flash

Soren, who was once Serena

Darien (AKA Tuxedo Mask)

Not quite Sense & Sensibility, but I had to try. One of the kits just batted my braid -- the hair snake was too much of a temptation ... Right now, we have 4 "big uns" (term taken from Golding's Lord of the Flies, 4 "middles" (all literary boys), and 4 "littles" ( born during the last school closing day in February). Tomorrow the "middles" go to a Catmatchers pet adoption event; I hope all of them find new forever homes. They're cute little purr-motors, but we have way too many of Bast's children in our little house.

On Monday, I had to take the "middles" to Crandall -- about 30 miles away -- for their neutering and shots. It was dark, since I had to deliver them by 7-8 A.M., then get across Dallas County for school. Every so often, a box would rattle and rock as its occupant tried to escape. I tried soothing soliloquys, a bit of shouting -- nothing worked for long. When I got off 175, there were no street lights, just the local Dairy Queen ... which my neighbor at Four Winds Faire told me marked the street. Did I turn there?

Of course not ... I followed Mapquest -- and had to make a block. Then I still had a little way to go before the Kaufman County Clinic emerged from the growing predawn darkness ... I then discovered that Darcy (or perhaps Grandmaster Flash) had escaped from his box ... I could smell evidence of his displeasure, but it was time to deliver kits and move on.

When I arrived at school, I discovered that he had ruined a blouse ... well, I ruined the blouse because after I washed it I forgot to bring it home for a second drying & washing ... such is life. But the operations went well, and the kits returned home ready to skitter around the living room and generally be cute and crazy until they were locked once more in the bathroom. Tonight I'm letting them run about the house -- it may be the last time they're in the little house on Lancaster prairie.