January 24th, 2011

Altman (filmmaker)

Dreams and Omens. Oh, and cats too.

  • Varinia comes home with me tomorrow.

    This week has been very strange. I had mentioned in a previous entry how overwhelming for me it was to know that I would, after ten years of desperately wanting one, finally getting a cat. It doesn't hurt that I fell head over heels with the cat that I'm getting. This all sounds really sweet and everything, but it can be a bit difficult to get my mind back on the task at hand while working or commuting when my mind wanders on to the subject of Varinia. I just have to get used to this idea, and it is difficult to do so when I don't have the cat yet.

    This changes tomorrow afternoon. The apartment is as prepared for her as it can be at present. Her litter box is ready (I swished my hand through the sand for the first and last time ever), she has scratching posts (she likes to claw standing up, so posts rather than pads), I've made a perch in a high point of the living room for her, and the windows were already ideally suited for a cat to sit upon and watch the outside world go about its silly business.

    These pictures were taken yesterday when I went to visit her at the vet's office. I had several reasons for doing this; one of the main ones, of course, was to make sure that she was feeling well after her surgery (she seems to be adapting to it just fine, although she discovered that is a bit too ginger to be doing long jumps). But I also wanted her to get to know me so that when she is brought to my apartment there is something there that is familiar to her.

    Some cats are very friendly when starting their estrus cycle but become quite shy otherwise; this was not the case with Varinia. She is a little more active than she was before the operation but no less affectionate. I played with her for over an hour, and she didn't get bored with me at all. In fact, she seemed very disappointed when it was time for me to leave.

    But the best part of the day came at one point when I was sitting on the floor. She was walking around a little and she began to tentatively test out my shoes, then my knees. Eventually she just sat contentedly on my lap, and I knew that this was definitely my cat.

    All this and I haven't even fed her yet.

Aside from that, t'was a very nice weekend on many different levels.

Maturin (Master and Commander)

Cyclic Redundancy Check (nothing you haven't read before)

  • I've been going to the dentist these past few weeks. He doesn't look like this:

    "Is it safe?"

    Actually, like many things in life, the apprehension was worse than the actual events. No, I'm not eager to repeat these experiences, but they're not really all that bad. It turns out that while my teeth are strong and my gums are healthy, I have a mutant power to accumulate tartar faster than a normal human being, which means that I will be getting four cleanings a year instead of the traditional two. Thankfully my insurance will cover all the routine cleanings.

  • I'm making quite an impression over at the vet's office what with all the visits I'm making to Varinia. My "official" reason for going is so that when she comes home tomorrow to an unfamiliar environment, at least I'll be familiar to her and I'm sure that purpose will be filled as well. But I just really want to spend some time with my cat, and waiting last week was sheer hell.¹

    She seems to feel the same way about me. Every time I'm getting ready to leave, she mews at me or reaches through the bars for me. It takes me at least twenty minutes to get out of there.

    And tomorrow, she comes home.²

  • All of the research I've done into cats over the past week has led me to mention the vital importance of spaying and neutering your pets. Seriously, unless you're going to breed them (which is cool), it's better for them and better for you. I know of at least one person who got a Himalayan as a kitten and thought he would breed him, but changed his mind when his apartment turned into a urine cloud.

  • There has been more tweaking on the Lord of the Rings compilation, some minor, some not so much. I have some ideas on how to make this entry somewhat different; it will take a very long time to compile (nowhere near as long as the mix, which I have now realized I've been working on for three months), but like the album itself, it should be a level above my usual output.
¹ — I'm glad about how it came about, though. They had her spayed on Tuesday, and are giving her the medications before she comes home with me. The formative moments of our relationship will not be marred by such an unpleasant activity.

² — The one issue I have with this situation is that I wasn't quite able to get everything I had meant to. Specifically, a tiny, easily concealed water pistol. I searched everywhere for one, but they're seasonal items and so there apparently none in the city of New York.