catching up
In the time since I have last posted, I got a kitten:) I have pictures in the cut below, where I will tell the story of our finding him. His name is Pippin, and he bosses me around by starring at whatever is in my lap until I move it so he can crawl in my lap and go to sleep. Then he wakes up fully energized and spazzes (no clue about that spelling) for a half hour or so. He's great.
I think I screwed up my knee from running on the sidewalk. At school I always had the cross trainer, so my knees weren't jarred. After a few weeks of running here, I came down hard on my knee and yelled "PISS!" because it hurt so much (though it was probably more like "PI-USS" as I am southern and was more than a little perturbed at the time). Now my right knee pinches when I walk and tingles a lot, and when I walk for an extended amount of time it pains me significantly. Hopefully the brace I bought will work, because I do not want to mess with doctors.
Work sucks.
I'm glad it's finally getting cold, but I want it to snow. I love snow in Boone, but when it snows here, the roads will not be clear, and I will not feel comfortable enough to drive to work in the mess, so I won't have to go in:) Smart thinking from me...
The Story of Pippin
In early September I told my parents I wanted a kitten. They told me that if I did get one, they didn't want to have anything to do with it. I would have to leave it at my apartment when I came home or board it, and they didn't want to hear anything about it if its vet bills, etc. got to be too much. I decided to wait, mainly because I didn't have the $250 pet deposit for my apartment.
Fast forward a month later, when my mom is out watering her flowers around the deck. She hear's a very tiny "meow" and thinks to herself "crap, I don't want to have to deal with a cat." For two days she tries to coax the cat out with food, but it won't come. That Friday, she comes home to find about ten feet of lattice work ripped off the bottom of the deck, where apparently some sort of animal had been trying to get the cat out. Finally, that night the cat came out to eat. It was a tiny little black and white kitten. When mom got it in the cage with food, it went crazy, trying to press itself through the sides of the cage. When mom reached down to pick up the cage, it bit "the crap" out of her finger. Thoroughly pissed, she called the humane society to have them take the cat, and she got herself a rabies shot and antibiotics.
The humane society said the cat had to be quarantined ten days because it bit. After it was in quarantine for three days, mom called to check on it. She was informed that regardless of whether or not it had rabies (which it didn't), it could not be adopted out because it had bit. So, either mom had to keep the cat or it would be euthanized. Her was my opportunity to push to get the cat, who was a three month-old male kitten. Now completely attached to the kitten, but no wanting to add to their menagerie of two dogs and two cats, my parents decided to give me that cat.
I named him Pippin because he has no common sense, does stupid things and yet lives through them, and is awfully cute.
Does the cat stay at my apartment when I go home? No, my parents double check that I'm going to bring him. Do I have to take care of all his vet bills? No, only the one he's had since I got him. Have I bought him any toys? No, I haven't needed to. He has about 10 my parents have gotten him. Is he left outside when at my parents' house? No, he stays inside, where none of the six other pets we've had since I was born have been allowed to tread. This kitten has them wrapped around his little claw.
Mom giving him a bath at 3 months
Pippin at 5 months
The pictures are a little big because I didn't feel like resizing them.
I think I screwed up my knee from running on the sidewalk. At school I always had the cross trainer, so my knees weren't jarred. After a few weeks of running here, I came down hard on my knee and yelled "PISS!" because it hurt so much (though it was probably more like "PI-USS" as I am southern and was more than a little perturbed at the time). Now my right knee pinches when I walk and tingles a lot, and when I walk for an extended amount of time it pains me significantly. Hopefully the brace I bought will work, because I do not want to mess with doctors.
Work sucks.
I'm glad it's finally getting cold, but I want it to snow. I love snow in Boone, but when it snows here, the roads will not be clear, and I will not feel comfortable enough to drive to work in the mess, so I won't have to go in:) Smart thinking from me...
The Story of Pippin
In early September I told my parents I wanted a kitten. They told me that if I did get one, they didn't want to have anything to do with it. I would have to leave it at my apartment when I came home or board it, and they didn't want to hear anything about it if its vet bills, etc. got to be too much. I decided to wait, mainly because I didn't have the $250 pet deposit for my apartment.
Fast forward a month later, when my mom is out watering her flowers around the deck. She hear's a very tiny "meow" and thinks to herself "crap, I don't want to have to deal with a cat." For two days she tries to coax the cat out with food, but it won't come. That Friday, she comes home to find about ten feet of lattice work ripped off the bottom of the deck, where apparently some sort of animal had been trying to get the cat out. Finally, that night the cat came out to eat. It was a tiny little black and white kitten. When mom got it in the cage with food, it went crazy, trying to press itself through the sides of the cage. When mom reached down to pick up the cage, it bit "the crap" out of her finger. Thoroughly pissed, she called the humane society to have them take the cat, and she got herself a rabies shot and antibiotics.
The humane society said the cat had to be quarantined ten days because it bit. After it was in quarantine for three days, mom called to check on it. She was informed that regardless of whether or not it had rabies (which it didn't), it could not be adopted out because it had bit. So, either mom had to keep the cat or it would be euthanized. Her was my opportunity to push to get the cat, who was a three month-old male kitten. Now completely attached to the kitten, but no wanting to add to their menagerie of two dogs and two cats, my parents decided to give me that cat.
I named him Pippin because he has no common sense, does stupid things and yet lives through them, and is awfully cute.
Does the cat stay at my apartment when I go home? No, my parents double check that I'm going to bring him. Do I have to take care of all his vet bills? No, only the one he's had since I got him. Have I bought him any toys? No, I haven't needed to. He has about 10 my parents have gotten him. Is he left outside when at my parents' house? No, he stays inside, where none of the six other pets we've had since I was born have been allowed to tread. This kitten has them wrapped around his little claw.
Mom giving him a bath at 3 months
Pippin at 5 months
The pictures are a little big because I didn't feel like resizing them.