Cat

It's been a while. I got sciatica, then I got nasty case of sniffles, meantime I was depressed, now I have bronchitis... well. About a month ago, I got a kitten. I was pondering getting a cat for long because I was essentially deprived of the Fat Meezer who is now generally referred as Grandma's Cat but parental units are what they are so I always saw a nice one in a shelter, asked a thing or two or not... until the little pointed kitten appeared out of nowhere. Actually, she was found with her tabby momma and tabby siblings, along with the whole collection of feline parasites and I was the first to ask for this genetic oddity.

These eyes only glow red, otherwise it's the garden variety pointed cat. I still don't have a stable name, she's going under Šiška which means, among more important and frequent things, Airhead, which she is.

And she's the most adorable kitten in the world. The pics are a few weeks old, now she's darker as pointed cats are darkening with age, bigger because kittens grow and plushier. And parental units are in love. Yes, my grumpy dad included. He shares his morning yoghurt voluntarily, even.

Parents were, obviously, furious. But, there is a thing about pointed cats. They're white and that always looks sorta cute, with cute dark paws and face and ears, and blue eyes. I'm positive that the blue-eyed beasts know their way around people, every owner of a full-bred Meezer, Siberian husky or something similar says that the sky blue gaze is just... something that makes the humans get up and fetch a snack.

Šiška is a basement cat. Not Basement Cat, just a cat that lives in the lower floor. Parents are worried that she could pee in their unguarded beds or eat the carpets so she's inhabiting the laundry room and the place that's called cellar but for practical purposes, it's a smokers' parlour. The cat already found out that a full ashtray is a great toy, and that everything is a great toy so the room will finally get tidied up from all the dad's dusty treasures covered in spider webs.

Hell yeah. Widdle white plushy kitty with widdle black feet and blue eyes.

How I didn't get another cat

... and I'm telling you, it cost me quite some effort.
I miss my Meezer. Alas, due to my somewhat itinerant life, it would be too complicated to have the cat with me and drag her around but I do miss the little creature walking at my heels and commenting, playing hide and seek, being vocal, and the little paws and soft nose and... anyway.
The local shelters organize a cat show of shelter cats where one can come and pick their new pet. I wanted to have a look and to cuddle a few cats so yesterday, I got a triple dose of my allergy meds and went.
And there she was. A black Siamese mix that looked like a random black cat, she was bigger than many of the cats around because her previous owner died, she wasn't an underfed stray. But while a good part of the cats was nervous or just ignoring the buzz, this one went from person to person and when she was put back to the cage, she started whining in a very Siamese voice. And she had that soft Meezer fur, big ears, facial expressions. Squeee.

She had even Siamese facial expressions. I spent most of my time at the show holding this beauty.
I did restrain myself from taking her home, though, and left covered in cat hair, with itchy swollen face. But... squeee.