Friday, March 04, 2011

I've Got Flowers And Lots Of Hours To Spend With You

I turned thirty last week, and Andrew got me a cat so that I can live my dream and become a childless old lady who smells slightly of piss and dresses her animals up in hats and dungarees. We adopted him through the DSPCA, and spent an anxious day on Monday waiting to hear if our application had been approved and if they'd received the note from our mammy email from our landlord to say that we had her approval. I think I called them eleventeen times in the space of an hour on Monday. They didn’t answer the phone, of course, so I left slightly hysterical messages and kept refreshing his profile on their website, waiting for his status to change to “RESERVED, MOTHERFUCKERS!” (it didn’t, and it’s still there, so I’m only a little worried that they might call and say they’ve made some terrible mistake and then they’ll try to wrestle him back off us even though I’ve already bought him a scratching post and some catnip and a bed that he won’t sleep in and some toys that he won’t play with because he prefers string and ladies’ pantyhose). But they probably only update the site once a week. They did call us back eventually and we picked him up on Tuesday evening. Since then, he's mainly been hiding under the bed.

The frame, like the post, is ironic. I solemnly swear not to turn this blog into a "what my cat did today" one. I'm too vain for that.

His name is Biscuit. Isn’t he cute? Andrew keeps telling people that he has his eyes, just to crank the OMFG-turned-thirty-and-worried-we-can’t-get-pregnant-so-getting-a-cat creep factor up to eleven.

14 comments:

Kitty Cat said...

Super cute cat and deadly name too! I love that you're running with the freaking people out thing. Also, that last post was beautifully written, (impressive for something that concerned wee so much) best of luck to you both with it.

comingtoamericablog said...

I love Biscuit! Is he out from under the bed yet?

KFS said...

Ye might as well chuck out the scratching post right now, cats hate that shit. Get a nice upholstered chair or sofa and watch him reduce it to ungiveawayable skip-filler in a couple of months.

Annie said...

Chuchi face! He is lovely. (Cats are better than babies anyway, they clear up their own poo.)

Annie said...

Sorry, I just read your last post, I didn't mean it! Crossing fingers for you x

Sarah said...

Ohh your cat is so cute and Biscuit is a lovely name! I have a pet cat called Angel~

Jo said...

He looks fucking terrified, people, what are you doing to him? :)

Enjoy the cat hair! Bahahahahaha!

Rosie said...

needing to wee that badly is very very concerning, Kitty Cat. pretty much to the exclusion of all else! we didn't name Biscuit, but it's apt. he's almost exactly the same colour as a digestive.

he is, Sarah, and bellyflopping dramatically every two seconds so that we'll tiddle his tummy. cute overload.

how right you are, KFS.

ha ha, Annie! you're kinda right too though.

he's a cute little pup, Sarah. i'm more of a dog person myself, but present living conditions means we need a pet that can shit in the house (and as i've already pointed out to Colm, Andrew doesn't count). so i'll teach him to bark and fetch.

that was his profile pic on the DSPCA site, Jo, and he kept that expression for the first few days with us. he's a happy fella now, but i haven't taken any pictures. i've been too busy rubbing his belly and shouting at him to get out of the sink.

White Rabbit said...

Aww he is so lovely! Kudos for using the DSPCA as welL!

Rosie said...

sure that's where Emily came from, and we all know she's the greatest doggle in the world. they got all excited when i told them we knew her. it seems she and Christina were popular there.

National Disgrace said...

Be careful letting your feet hang out the end of the bed.. they like to scratch and then aim projectile piss at them for some reason.. oh, I've also heard you've got a cat, brilliant!! (Just don't let them near the remote.. hoggers is all I'll say)

Conan Drumm said...

Oh I do love big marmalade cats with grumpy faces. Can he get outside at all or does he have to be an indoor cat?

Rosie said...

indoor for now, until we move somewhere more suitable. under the bed is his jungle. he's only a little scut of a fella though, and at a year and a half old, i'm not sure he'll get much bigger.

Rosie said...

oh, Andrew's already smashed the remote, Disgrace. as for bedtime, one of them is only too keen to get into the bedroom and the other has to be persuaded to leave the couch. i have a nightly charade involving nudity a ball of string in order to persuade them otherwise.