What a great helper I have! This way I get to fold laundry three times instead of just once. I’ll be an expert in no time!

But she has fun with the laundry, and I have fun watching her have fun. Yes, that’s me dirty pillows sling around her neck.

K. The Report From Kittenport

So Vimes is doing pretty well, other than the fact that he erased part of Companion’s work document early this morning, just as he was wrapping it up. I think for thirty seconds or so, my fella may have pictured the Captain as a muff, kind of like when starving people in cartoons see everyone as a giant ham.

I had to tell Companion about auto-save. The man just looked into computers in about 2002 or so, and now is off shaking his highly-skilled moneymaker at the big daddy corporation, and he doesn’t know about auto-save. He is truly a unique individual. When I was excitedly typing “Rocket From the Crypt” into a search engine at my community college in 1996, he was hoeing sweet potatoes in a field or something, I’m serious. Life is weird.

But I digress. The kitten is a lot of fun, now that he’s become used to life in a normal house. I’m not sure what the people who were giving him away were doing to him, but he didn’t seem like other kittens I’ve brought home. We brought him home and he was a little logy, and he ate a meal that was the size of his whole body. He immediately snapped-to after this, and started running around stupidly, the way kittens are supposed to. His behavior, and the chowing he did for the rest of the day, plus the fact that he didn’t go potty until more than twenty-four hours after we got him, made me think that maybe they had stopped feeding him at some point before giving him away.

Aaand there was the litterbox issue. You never want any litterbox issues, but thank goodness it was a small issue. Apparently, the Cap’n has never seen a litterbox, which was kind of weird, because usually their moms pottytrain them around four weeks or so. I kept put him in it, like you’re supposed to, to remind him where it was, and he kept going, “Hmm, you seem to be intent on repeatedly putting me in this tiny desert which has nothing to do with me.” I made sure there was a litterbox on every floor, since this is a pretty big place. Yesterday we woke up to a puddle in bed by Companion’s feet. No good.

So last night, I confined him in the downstairs bathroom. I hated seeing the fuzzy little face disappear behind the door, with only water, the litterbox (containing a poo that had been dropped on the kitchen floor, and then relocated to give him a clue), and a bathmat to keep him company. But he’s using the box today, and I’m going to keep him on lock down for at least another week until he’s random-puddle free.

The final issue was that he seemed pretty perplexed by humans in general, so I think he hadn’t been handled much. Now instead of ducking away when we bend to pet him, he waits for the skritches with his tail twitching. He still skitters away from Strudelzilla, and I don’t blame him. But I think he will work out okay here.

In Other News

Finally, I am going down later to the inaugural day of the new Wallingford Farmer’s Market. It sucks that we have to be so miserly right now, due to Companion’s long-awaited first paycheck, because I would love to support the market by buying some foo-foo honey or something. Next time. The Wallingford Market is running every Wednesday from 3-7, I believe, and is in the parking lot of the Wallingford Center (Wallingford’s “dying mall”). I am going to take pictures and give it a little write up for the other website I’m writing for.

In Other, Other News: “Monkey Chow Out”

Also: you should check out this monkey chow guy, Adam Scott (sp?). He is eating nothing but monkey chow for one week, and is currently on day five. It makes me think of “Bachelor Chow” from Futurama. Despite his detailed descriptions of his digestive problems as a result of his diet, I still think he’s teh hot. I recommend his monkey chow video diaries, too. He’s hilariously deadpan.

Today, tired of dried chow, Adam desperately turns to canned monkey chow. Go Adam! You rule!