Fffffnnnnrrrrghhhh. Insanely stressful gig-tryout illos are finally finished(?), now I can get back to being on the internet like a normal reclusive dorkface.***First of all, since everyone is asking me how the cat-adoption went, here's my update on that:
Visiting her foster home was truly a joy, because her foster mom had TONS of cats, who were all sweet and wonderful and loved to play and climb on me. I was in hog heaven. There was a cornish rex who looked like an alien sheep and couldn't stop playing with my hair... and there was a sphynx who liked to be spanked. No seriously, he liked to be slapped around. The harder I smacked him on his wrinkly furr-less back, the more he loved me and wanted to rub all over me. <3 ....Someday I'll own cats like this. Someday I will.
Anyway. I picked up my girl, and she is TINY. Like, seriously tiny. Barely 5 lbs. Or "2 guinea pigs worth" as maypirate
put it. I was entirely nervous because she howled and shredded the inside of her box for the entire 2-hour drive home... and her foster mom warned me that she might just want to hide for awhile after I got her out, and that I shouldn't be alarmed if she didn't want to eat or drink much for 2-3 days. I was also very meticulous about moving all her things into my bedroom, so that she could acclimate to a small room before being overwhelmed by the whole apartment.
....Turns out all my fears were unfounded. There is not a shy bone in this girl's body. She had about 30 seconds of nervousness at her new environment, and then she instantly wanted to sniff everything and go everywhere. She eats her food, she uses her litter box, she sleeps on the fuzzy blanket on my bed, and she scratches her scratching post. I couldn't ask for more.
She does have sort of a
primeval howl that she makes when she goes wandering around the house without me. Seriously, it's awful. She screeches and warbles like she's being tortured... but I've come to think that she's just trying to get a holla back. Like she expects me to come when she calls. sail_aweigh
said, "Welcome to owning a siamese", and maypirate
said, "welcome to your louder life."
Other than that, she's a very friendly alpha cat. Sleeps. Sits with me all the time. Can't resist open drawers and cabinets. Ignores the nice toys I buy her and plays with bits of trash. Thinks she owns ME, instead of the reverse. Tries to eat the houseplant she shouldn't eat. Has already christened the carpet by horfing on it in triplicate while I stepped out for five minutes. Yep, I'll be purchasing some carpet cleaner later today.
Last but not least, I have decided to continue my tradition of applying "Oz" names to everything, and have named her "Ozma". She's a princess after all. I mostly call her "Ozzie", and sometimes "Ozmoo" or "Ozzie-bee".
...She manages to look pissed-off in every photo. Also, photos don't do anything to describe her tiny-ness. But look at her pink fishing-pole toy for comparison's sake. It nearly half her size!!
Ozzie is normally found curled up on my fuzzy blanket. Like-a this. <3