Sep 24, 2006 20:47
We've decided to name him Maxwell. He had his first set of shots last Tuesday, where it was determined that he was not quite 3 months old. $96 later, he's got his feline leukemia, FIP, distemper, etc shots, but not his rabies, because he's still too young for that. He has another appointment (and hopefully not another $96) for the 3rd.
We got him a bag from Target, made for dogs, of course, but he won't stay in it. So today I got one from Petsmart, which is fully enclosed (with mesh siding), and he seems to like it alright. I wanted to get him a sweater, but he was afraid of the dogs at Petsmart, so he wouldn't let me try them on him. I think they were all still too big, too. Poor tiny kitty.
He's especially fond of sparkly pompoms (proving once again that he's totally gay...), which he carries around the house in his mouth, randomly dropping them to play, then picking them up, carrying them to another room, and playing with it in there. It's very funny to watch. He's currently chasing one around the computer chair.
In completely unrelated news:
... I just had this long, pointless thing typed out, but then realized I sounded like a giddy 12 year old. So I stopped. It's enough to say that I have a crush on someone, and therefore feel giddy like a 12 year old. No one honestly wants to know more than that.
I'm so 12.
TV is stupid.
I managed to get two of my sims to the top of the culinary and crime career tracks. The outfits are pretty funny. Crime is a supervillian costume, and the culinary is something like an Iron Chef outfit.
And that's the end of that.