Meet the Kitteh: Periwinkle

Periwinkle is your typical little brother, just in cat form. He is often described by my mother to be a fraternity boy: he loves to eat, sleep, and be coddled. We adopted him from a "cat preserve," called so for its acre or so of woodlands for the outdoor cats. My mom is always threatening to take him back to he "kitty orphanage." The elderly Italian lady who evidently founded it informed us that that unless we were willing to "leek her fur" we need to get another cat to keep Daisy company. When we finally adopted him, (after holding him for an hour as he purred) she kissed him on his kitty-breath lips and said "They always leek mah keeses" which indeed he did do. But kudos to her, for owning sixty cats and loving them all. Periwinkle loves to eat, to the point of his throwing up. He also make little noises of pleasure when he eats, aka inhaling his kitty food. Periwinkle loves to jump onto my bed at 6:45 in the morning and nuzzle me until I give him food. He doesn't know how to clean up after himself in the litter-box and often pesters Daisy, who patiently and gracefully ignores him. Periwinkle's nicknames include "Perry," "Peristinkle (for his unusual odor upon adoption, although it helped Scout adjust to him)" "Peritwinks," "Peritwinkle," "GP," and "Agent P." His birthday is October 8, 2009 (08.10.09,) and he is almost one year old.

I have to go feed my pirahnas, yup, that's why I can't come over. . . .

Evidently, once you become acquaintances with someone, they expect you to invite them to your house. Or, if you are particularly obstinate, they will invite you to their house.

This alarms me. So every time someone invites me to do something, I try to find a lame excuse to get out of it. Sometimes it works. Other times it makes people hate me.

I am an introvert, meaning I like to be by myself. Extroverts like PEOPLE. PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE. And they want to talk, which I'm fine with. I can talk a lot. But I also like to sit down and read with my friends. Surprisingly, no one else likes this. IT WOUNDS ME DEEPLY.

I also am infamous (meaning famous in a bad way, not very famous. Mother Theresa is NOT infamous.) for getting out of sleepovers.

Maybe someday people will come over and read with me outside. . . .

Someday. . . .

Meet the Kitteh: Daisy

I do talk about them all the time.
This is Daisy, circa four months old. Today she is a slightly plump fluffy kitty who is very shy. We imagine that if she was a person, she'd be a supermodel. She is a very pretty kitty. She loves Purina cat food. Her foster parents (since she and her siblings, Melon [brother] and Patches [sister] were found as newborns; Daisy was the oldest) were neighbors to one of my little brother's friends, and they introduced us to her. When we adopted her, we fed her organic healthy expensive cat food. Daisy tolerated it, but she really only wanted to eat kitty junk food. One day, my mom came across some Purina and thought Daisy might like it. She bought it and mixed it in with the healthy food. Daisy picked all the healthy food out of the bowl and ate the Purina. My parents then switched her to only Purina, and she is a happy little kitteh who never overeats. When we first got her, she was so tiny she got stuck in my little sister's Barbie castle, crawled through her collar, and could fit under the decorative grooves on the bottom of my sister's dresser. Her birthday is June 11, and she is 2 years old. She weighs eight pounds, although we are sure that a large percentage of her weight and slightly heavy appearance stems from her soft static-cling fur. Her pet names (ha) include "Pretty Kitty, "Kit Kat," "Daze," "Da Cootumsy," and "Da Vewy Pwettiest Kitty In The Whole Wide Wowd." Ever since my sister was little, perhaps only a toddler, she would draw pictures of orange kittens with captions such as "I LOVE YOU KITTEN." It was very cute. My mom thought she was allergic then, though, but seriously, we have boxes and boxes of kitten art. Probably wondering why we took three bajillion pictures of her. Aw, so cute. <3
One of her favorite nap places, Daisy also loves to stare out the window at such fascinating sights such as birds, squirrels, and the ever-entrancing phenomenon of one of our sweet elderly neighbors' offspring moving their car away from our mailbox. Daisy has since discovered the crack between the chest and the wall--perfect for eating mosquitoes.Rolling around, spreading her fur.


Please note that the pictures are in a vague sort of chronological order; she is the youngest at the top, and the oldest at the bottom.

It was a GROOVY cloud, man

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Driving from Dino Event Trois yesterday, we encountered some LUV-LEH weather. Meaning no, we did not have peachy-keen weather all day. Just for five measly hours. But then the clock strikes five o'clock and our pretty weather is UP. Hence, I shall try to describe to you as best I can this rather creepy phenomenon.

We casually leave Ye Olde Amish Candy Emporium only to be greeted by a simply GINORMOUS blue cloud. The color blue as in someone-spilled-ink-on-my-sheets color. So we hustle into the car and zoom down the interstate. And we drive, and we drive, and we drive, and guess what: we drive. And soon everything as viewed by my parents (who are in the front seat) is très belle, with nary a cloud in the sky. However, from the limited view of the back seat where my little brother and I are sitting, it is obvious that everything is NOT OKAY. I mean, gosh, I'm not even getting a sunburn from sitting by the window. And as we wait for cows to cross the road, I notice that the clouds are starting to form puffy rings with distinct borders, a characteristic of storms most often seen in Disney films. I'm sure you all are familiar with it. My mom chooses this moment to shout "OHMIGOSH I FORGOT MY LAUNDRY" because evidently, stopping at the aforementioned Ye Olde Amish Candy Emporium had slowed us down considerably.

Oops. Sorry, dry laundry.

But we watch the Disneytastic cloud until AN EYE FORMS. WITH BLUE SKY, GOLDEN CLOUDS, AND RAYS OF SUNSHINE. I AM NOT KIDDING. I WAS SERIOUSLY WAITING FOR THE BIRDS TO START CHIRPING AND ALL WARS TO CEASE. However, the birds stayed silent and I did not hear shouts of annoyance/relief from the houses with cable, so I assumed life was normal.

Then we drive on some more, and it becomes obvious that the clouds are stalking us. I'm not sure why this always happens. There was that one storm that came in on all sides and surrounded my house. That was creepy. And my mom is still freaking out about the laundry when I notice that the blue sky has become completely overrun and that half the sky is gray and the other side is I-spilled-ink-on-your-sheets-let-it-dry-and-then-repeated-a-couple-of-times blue. It is split around the eye, and THE CLOUDS ARE IN A WAVE SHAPE. Not hurricane, but have you ever seen marbled icing? Google Image it. And so, at 5:59 PM, the sky tires of holding lots of water and releases it onto our car dramatically, reminding me of the time my friend and I were stuck in the middle of a field in her neighborhood with nothing but a flimsy paper map. There was a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder and it began to pour, like in movies. Our map dissolved, and we got to her house soaked literally to the bone. I was calm throughout the entire thing, though. Oh, you beg to differ?

Anyway, the laundry was okay because most of it was under the eaves and so only a pair of my dad's pants got a splatter of rain on them. But I am so totally writing about this for a what-I-did-on-summer-vacation-paper.

Mah Problematic Kittehs

I LOVE my kittums. They are sweet little balls of cuteness on whom I dote upon. (*GASP* you already knew that?)

But they may have self-esteem issues.

Let's begin with Daisy. She's the supermodel kitteh. Very soft and fluffy. However, she has recently been sporting BLOODY SPOTS by her ears and on her cheek.

There is only one conclusion.

Daisy is cutting herself because she has bad self-esteem and feels that she must punish herself for, um, eating slowly or something. Yeah, that's it. Since her little brother, Periwinkle, eats quickly, she feels bad about herself. She simply does not realize what a pretty kitty she actually is.

Now for Periwinkle.

Perry does NOT have bloody spots and scabs on his face, but, as previously mentioned, he eats a lot. A LOT. As in, we had to buy a breadbox so he'd stop eating the bread/stealing it to take into the living room to nom it/licking our butter. He also breaks into his food jar every other day. He also throws up a lot. This usually occurs after he eats a lot. This has led me to an important conclusion.

Periwinkle is bulimic, meaning he has bulimia. He eats a lot and then throws up because he thinks he is "fat."

I am now waiting for my dog to turn anorexic. We have a vet appointment scheduled for soon, so he'd better stop eating before then.

[Please note: While my cats actually do throw up/have scabs on their face, I do not mean to make light of the disorders I mentioned, just to bring light onto them.]

Glasses--the contacts that make you look weird

Okay, I do not have perfect vision.

*sigh*

And I don't wear my glasses.

*irked sigh*

BUT I CAN STILL SEE.

Please explain why two of my teachers think I need glasses.

Okay, to one of them I explained that I don't like my glasses and they responded that it would make my vision worsen. But the other one? I DO NOT SQUINT AT THE BOARD. I have to keep my binder in my lap because I'm too short to reach it if it's on the table.


...sigh...

Anyway, I'll probably end up having to get contacts. I like seeing without depth perception, thank you very much. Wearing glasses gives me a headache. And it's like constantly watching a movie.

No, thank you.