day 04 - something wicked this way comes
I'm a bit late today because I had a final this afternoon. My first one and I'm a bit tired, so hopefully this post makes sense.
hondagirll, asked me to talk about Macbeth today. My cat, Macbeth.
(Which actually kind of makes me laugh on Tumblr for new people that follow me. Because I talk about Macbeth frequently over there, and never really qualify it. It's just 'oh Macbeth did x' or 'Macbeth did y', and people will be like "wait, what?". Or people that forget I'm actually talking about my cat. It's endlessly amusing. Especially since most of them all circle back to how Macbeth has brought me some sort of animal.)
Anyway, I figured I would start this post with how I got Macbeth. Which some know, and some don't.
When I was 13, we had a lull in the house in animals. My family has always had pets. Dogs always. Cats pretty much always. We had a bird once. I had fish, lizards, a rabbit all before Macbeth. My sister had guinea pigs. So we were not strangers to animals in the house. I got into my head that I wanted a pet on my own, because I'd had to give my rabbit away because my allergies couldn't handle it. So I asked my parents and they decided that for my good grades all throughout middle school, I could have a pet. Or something to that effect. Essentially before I started high school, that summer, I could get a pet.
I'd wanted a kitten. We went to the local shelter in the mind set of getting a kitten. I wanted to raise the cat all on my own from baby to grown up. Only turns out kittens don't like me. At the shelter, there's a room where the felines are, and the lady who worked there let me sit on a chair and brought out the kittens.
They didn't like me. They crawled all over me and wouldn't let me hold them or pet them. It was distressing for my thirteen year old self who wanted a pet I could hold and take care of. THE KITTENS JUST DIDN'T LOVE ME.
By thirty minutes in, my Mom was basically fed up with me being ridiculous. So we were going to leave and figure something out after, but from the corner of my eye I spotted something white. Macbeth was in a cage on the bottom row. He actually had a brother in there with him. But he was white and different looking, so I asked if I could hold him. The lady told me he'd been dropped off by his former owners and they were certain they'd abused him and yelled (Macbeth to this day is still frightened of really loud noises) at him.
AND THEN IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.
Macbeth let me hold him and cradle him and that's how I ended up with a year old cat instead of a kitten. True facts, Macbeth's name was actually "Tesla" but my thirteen year old self thought that was hella lame. I made a list of possible names and it took like two days till I finally settled on Macbeth. I do so love the play. And now years later it fits remarkably well.
I had my bunkbed in the old house and Macbeth instantly started out sleeping with me at night, but on the top bunk during the day. He's turned out to be the most amazing cat. He hunts. He catches things like rabbits. He sleeps with me. He lets me rub his belly. He demands to be picked up like a baby. He pats me on the face if I don't wake up and feed him. He kneads my hair. He beats the other animals up if I have to yell at them.
And there can be no better way to close this post out than with a few great pictures of His Lordship:
yes sometimes he sleeps under the covers like a human
this is his face 9/10 times. he's not actually angry. he's just displeased with the world around him. 10/10 times when he's making this face he's also purring.
having so much fun together
and he bids you good night.
hondagirll, asked me to talk about Macbeth today. My cat, Macbeth.
(Which actually kind of makes me laugh on Tumblr for new people that follow me. Because I talk about Macbeth frequently over there, and never really qualify it. It's just 'oh Macbeth did x' or 'Macbeth did y', and people will be like "wait, what?". Or people that forget I'm actually talking about my cat. It's endlessly amusing. Especially since most of them all circle back to how Macbeth has brought me some sort of animal.)
Anyway, I figured I would start this post with how I got Macbeth. Which some know, and some don't.
When I was 13, we had a lull in the house in animals. My family has always had pets. Dogs always. Cats pretty much always. We had a bird once. I had fish, lizards, a rabbit all before Macbeth. My sister had guinea pigs. So we were not strangers to animals in the house. I got into my head that I wanted a pet on my own, because I'd had to give my rabbit away because my allergies couldn't handle it. So I asked my parents and they decided that for my good grades all throughout middle school, I could have a pet. Or something to that effect. Essentially before I started high school, that summer, I could get a pet.
I'd wanted a kitten. We went to the local shelter in the mind set of getting a kitten. I wanted to raise the cat all on my own from baby to grown up. Only turns out kittens don't like me. At the shelter, there's a room where the felines are, and the lady who worked there let me sit on a chair and brought out the kittens.
They didn't like me. They crawled all over me and wouldn't let me hold them or pet them. It was distressing for my thirteen year old self who wanted a pet I could hold and take care of. THE KITTENS JUST DIDN'T LOVE ME.
By thirty minutes in, my Mom was basically fed up with me being ridiculous. So we were going to leave and figure something out after, but from the corner of my eye I spotted something white. Macbeth was in a cage on the bottom row. He actually had a brother in there with him. But he was white and different looking, so I asked if I could hold him. The lady told me he'd been dropped off by his former owners and they were certain they'd abused him and yelled (Macbeth to this day is still frightened of really loud noises) at him.
AND THEN IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.
Macbeth let me hold him and cradle him and that's how I ended up with a year old cat instead of a kitten. True facts, Macbeth's name was actually "Tesla" but my thirteen year old self thought that was hella lame. I made a list of possible names and it took like two days till I finally settled on Macbeth. I do so love the play. And now years later it fits remarkably well.
I had my bunkbed in the old house and Macbeth instantly started out sleeping with me at night, but on the top bunk during the day. He's turned out to be the most amazing cat. He hunts. He catches things like rabbits. He sleeps with me. He lets me rub his belly. He demands to be picked up like a baby. He pats me on the face if I don't wake up and feed him. He kneads my hair. He beats the other animals up if I have to yell at them.
And there can be no better way to close this post out than with a few great pictures of His Lordship:
yes sometimes he sleeps under the covers like a human
this is his face 9/10 times. he's not actually angry. he's just displeased with the world around him. 10/10 times when he's making this face he's also purring.
having so much fun together
and he bids you good night.