I am writing this post from bed. I can’t get up, because (shhhh) there’s a kitten purring on my chest.
We picked her up from the animal shelter yesterday. There were dozens of kittens vying for adoption, but as soon as I felt her nudge my hand — polite but insistent, green eyes steady — I knew that she was ours, and we hers.
Her name is Calliope,”Chief of all Muses.”
Naturally, she’s doing everything in her considerable power to prevent anything resembling work.
Things Calliope has learned in the 48 hours since we brought her home:
- It is difficult, but very possible, to open the kitchen cabinet with one paw. Once inside, you can ride the lazy Susan like a merry-go-round.
- Coffee grinders make terrifying noises but mean no harm.
- If you’re skidding at top speed across a hardwood floor and need to make a rapid change in direction, a hairy male human leg makes an excellent pivot point.
- A ponytail makes a good swing. So does a curtain.
- Sit on a person, curl up into a ball and purr, and they belong to you. That’s the rule.
Things we have learned since bringing Calliope home:
- The Baby Schema effect (infantile features = helpless impulse toward caregiving) is so, so real.
I had two post ideas in development this week. Both very worthwhile, I assure you. But the tiny, pink paws of Fate interve
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sorry, Calliope just
stepped on my keyboard
and really
(Ow! Get off my face!)
who am I to argue?
Awwwww!
Nice.