Cat behaviour

We have new adorable kittens. They are black and white both with black masks over their eyes but the boy kitten's mask goes down further making him look sadder and like a Panda bear. He also has round black markings on his shoulders like he's a football player wearing shoulder pads. The girl kitten has a little black beard.

We got them from a cat rescue organization. They were taken from a feral cat colony. They were given to us with a clean bill of health. Prematurely I would say. We have already had a few vet bills getting them back healthy for real.

As the girl kitten's health returns she is turning into something of a hellion. Bad kitty. Yesterday and today I heard her growling at the boy. She growled at us too. When we were feeding her a treat. Then she galloped over our faces when we were sleeping.

Then Larry said he wanted to give her away. This was making me very sad and then I needed him to console me. I don't want to give the girl kitten away. Someone has to help socialize her. Why not us?

I ordered some cat behaviour books from the library. I predict that soon we will be cat behaviour experts.

Snow mountain

It’s cloudy so you can’t see it’s a full moon tonight. There’s some planes flying in the sky making bright lights against it though.

Last week there were a bunch of snow moving bulldozers of some sort up on the snow hill they make out of snow they take off the streets. When I drive by it again tonight it looks like a snow cliff. There’s a big chunk missing out of it.

Last year the ice mountain, much diminished, was still there in June. It was dark brown. I think because as it melted down the dirt and crud that was in it was getting left behind on top. Little rivulets of water trickled out onto the street beside it; the top of The Allen, proving there was still snow and melt going on inside.

I grow tired of making the edits to my novel. I am ready to take on new territory. I think. The landscape around me doesn’t change.

New Year's

I bought champagne for New Year’s Eve. I’m not really the champagne type. My friend Berna was. Mostly I wasn’t getting why she liked champagne so much. I didn’t feel bad about it not being for me either.

Naturally I have a theory.

Jacob loved his. He was giggling. He said, I’m drunk, it’s the first time I’ve ever been drunk. Larry timed it to pop the champagne cork right at midnight but he was late by about five seconds. We had Kim Mitchell in Niagara Falls in the background on TV. He said his fingers were so cold he couldn’t move them. Then we saw him putting them in front of a large stand up heater onstage. We switched through all the channels. There were other people in the glasses with the 2 and 9 of 2009 for the Year of the New Year we’re going into on the outside of the glasses frames and the two 0’s on the inside as the frames of the glasses in Times Square in New York City. Jersey Boys doing fifties and eighties stuff at Nathan Phillips Square. George Stroumboulopoulos on CBC for thirty seconds. Pussy Cat dolls we didn’t realize who they were; Larry just thought they were bad singers while I debated that their great bodies and sexy get-ups might compensate for their weak vocals. We told Jacob to brush his teeth and get ready for bed and he said he was going to walk around the long way because there wasn’t much space between the coffee table and the TV and he didn’t trust himself in his inebriated state.

Then Larry and I did some pretty fancy New Year’s kissing on the couch.