Pandora and the Sphinx
I am THIS close to adopting stealing a street kitten.
It's one of the pack of sand-coloured striplings that hang out round the cafe downstairs - I think they do get bits and piece of food there - and it's this incessantly demanding one that mentally I can't help but call the Sphinx, don't hurt me, a long-legged boy with a thin Egyptian face and huge, amber-coloured eyes. He did a number on me today - the bowabs don't seem to mind - and I gave him food for the second time. I mustn't do it too often or he'll get dependent. Pandora padded over from inside of the doorway (she doesn't really know, or care, about the rest of the world outside the flat) and actually this time she was surprisingly tolerant. The Sphinx made yowly, but not hissy noises, being mostly too preoccupied with the chance of getting fed, and Pandora just stood there looking fat, fluffy, docile and not really knowing what any of it meant, which is more or less her default mode.
As they're both kittens they would learn to love each other, and play, and would have to be prevented from having a lady-and-the-tramp style romance and really weird looking kittens, and Pandora would have some company.
Anyway this is totes adoption imperialism. The striplings are skinny but less ragged than your average street cats, which implies they do ok out of the cafe below, and they are relatively domesticated - ie they don't run away when you walk towards them - which basically means that, while they're probably not 'pets' in the English cat owner sense of the word, they are as much so as any Egyptian moggy with access to the outside world can be. And the Sphinx would probably miss the outside world. I can't have an in-out cat, fleas and illness would be even more endemic than they are now.
So I guess it's a no.
GOD YOU WHITE WESTERN WOMEN AND YOUR RACIST ADOPTION ETHICS, ETC ETC
It's one of the pack of sand-coloured striplings that hang out round the cafe downstairs - I think they do get bits and piece of food there - and it's this incessantly demanding one that mentally I can't help but call the Sphinx, don't hurt me, a long-legged boy with a thin Egyptian face and huge, amber-coloured eyes. He did a number on me today - the bowabs don't seem to mind - and I gave him food for the second time. I mustn't do it too often or he'll get dependent. Pandora padded over from inside of the doorway (she doesn't really know, or care, about the rest of the world outside the flat) and actually this time she was surprisingly tolerant. The Sphinx made yowly, but not hissy noises, being mostly too preoccupied with the chance of getting fed, and Pandora just stood there looking fat, fluffy, docile and not really knowing what any of it meant, which is more or less her default mode.
As they're both kittens they would learn to love each other, and play, and would have to be prevented from having a lady-and-the-tramp style romance and really weird looking kittens, and Pandora would have some company.
Anyway this is totes adoption imperialism. The striplings are skinny but less ragged than your average street cats, which implies they do ok out of the cafe below, and they are relatively domesticated - ie they don't run away when you walk towards them - which basically means that, while they're probably not 'pets' in the English cat owner sense of the word, they are as much so as any Egyptian moggy with access to the outside world can be. And the Sphinx would probably miss the outside world. I can't have an in-out cat, fleas and illness would be even more endemic than they are now.
So I guess it's a no.
GOD YOU WHITE WESTERN WOMEN AND YOUR RACIST ADOPTION ETHICS, ETC ETC