I'm going to more or less forget about the fact that it's been over four months since my last post. While there has been much to report, let's just pretend for now that you already know all that crap. Yes: I'm yadda-yadda'ing the last four months of my life; but seeing as though all of my epic-catch-up-posts were
doomed to fail, I think you'll forgive me.
This is...
Willow Isa Luthien Tinuviel
The Short Story:
Amanda and I have been living in our apartment for a month (as of today). We'd always talked about getting a kitten, and once our moving in together approached, we decided we'd
definitely get one. But, of course, it's expensive to move, furnish, and prepare a new apartment; so we figured we wouldn't be getting our kitty until around Xmas.
As far back as July, Amanda had been keeping an eye on
The Humane Society's website--although, "keeping an eye on" doesn't quite capture her obsession: She'd check the pages of
kitties, looking for
the one, the
Neo of Kittens, sometimes three times a day. From August-September, she had to deal with the pain of watching several adorable kittens' pictures disappear from the website. But two weeks ago, having established ourselves enough in our apartment, she set eyes on our Willow Isa, and couldn't resist. Amanda saw Willow's pic on a Monday night, and in less than twenty-four hours, pixels made way for fur, purring, and those yellow eyes with green outlined irises.
She likes to sleep.
Like... a lot.
Most of these pics are of her sleeping, yes, but trust me: During most of her waking hours, she tears around the apartment at speeds too fast for any camera's shutters. She plays hard and sleeps harder. She sleeps the Death Sleep, when only her purring is a sign of life within.
The World Wrestling Federation taught me that to test whether a sleeperhold has worked to its full effect, raise
Hulk Hogans' arm and let it fall. If the arm falls a third time, Jake "The Snake" Roberts wins back The Lovely Elizabeth.
Clearly, Willow isn't winning back Elizabeth any time soon.
I've had animals, specifically kittens, all of my life. But in all my time with felines, I've never had a kitten who sleeps in such bizarre positions.
And she certainly takes after daddy. As in, she poops.
Like... a lot.
While I promise not to turn this space into look-at-my-cute-kitty site, there will be more Willow found here. Most importantly, though, there will be more regular posts here too. I promise. Until then...
Mace...out but back.
And no: This is not a poorly thought-out scheme to get readers back to Ants. In fact, this is probably the last thing I should do to get my humble readership back.
And no: This is not a poorly thought-out scheme to get readers back to Ants. In fact, this is probably the last thing I should do to get my humble readership back.
