I make no secret of my love of animals. Dogs, cats, rabbits, birds, even fish and reptiles (and amphibians!) are worthy of admiration from me. Yes, I’m the weirdo that feeds the garden toads, chases the cats away from the geckos that get in the house so I can catch them and put them outside, won’t step on spiders (and, in fact, will feed the big outside garden spiders), and chirps at the tree frogs in the yard.

I also am currently the caretaker of two (mostly) fabulous felines. Max and Charlie are a great deal of fun, and rarely a day goes by that I don’t at least smile, if not laugh at one or both of them being … well, cats. They love string. They love playing Kitty-WWF on my bed and then tearing after each other through the house like tiny furry rockets. They love playing chicken with my laptop.

Unfortunately, this time of year is rife with people doing horrible things to animals – particularly cats, especially black cats.

I get that not everyone is a cat fan (preferences, we has them), which is totally fine. Being annoyed with a cat is… well, part of living with cats, and when they do annoying things, generally it seems that the appropriate response is to shut the door, ignore them, go somewhere else, dump them off your lap, etc. Or possibly to engage in some corporal cuddling, whereby you are as annoying to the cat as it is to you.

Being annoyed with an animal does not equal maiming, mutilating, or otherwise doing horrible things to it – as TJ was noting had been happening in the news where she lives in Arizona, and which has recently been on the news from Florida. It doesn’t mean torturing an animal that is essentially helpless. (I’d rather not go into any more specifics, simply to avoid getting internet hits from creepy fuckers who want to do that kind of thing, but I’m sure a little Google-Fu will find you everything you never wanted to see, and more)

Reading about it, hearing about it… honestly makes me a little sick.

I look at Max, who was obviously someone’s pet that ended up out on his own for several months (whether through ill will or escape tactics, nobody knows), starving outside until he got picked up, and realize he was lucky. And that to live with us, he’s /really/ lucky. When we got him, he barely weighed 7 lbs and his fur was scrawny and thin.  Now he weighs 14lbs and is considered healthy – if a bit chubby – by the vet, with a gorgeous cream coat with pumpkin points.

I look at Charlie, who has taken the better part of two years to get over his fear of my husband and of anyone’s shoes and of loud noises, and see that he’s warmed up into a happy and sociable cat. And I realize he was less lucky than Max, but that he still has a happy ending that includes gooshyfood and feathers-on-a-string and a screen porch to watch birds from.

So if there’s a critter in your life that you love (or maybe just tolerate most of the time), give him/her/it a pat from me today.

I don’t know what any of us can do to keep horrible people from doing horrible things, so I settle for doing the best I can for the two I signed up to care for.

Obligatory note that if you are looking for a pet, rescue organizations that you can find through Petfinder.com are a great place to look (whether you want a young animal or an adult, and whether you want the standard cat or dog, or something a little less common).

Particularly if you are interested in a cat or kitten, adopting a black cat is often less expensive because of the superstitions commonly associated with them; you may not be able to adopt a black cat or kitten in the months of October/November, however, due to people doing horrible things to them and ending up on the news.

Yesterday evening I noticed we’d not seen much of either of them (which is somewhat unusual, most evenings we get visits from both perioidically), but I checked the porch and shut the door and went to bed.  Note that the porch light does not work, but I was pretty sure there were no cats out there.

I wake up this morning to the sound of very distant howling, and go to investigate, and there’s Max, sitting on the porch, howling to get in and get breakfast!

Spidey sense tingling.

I go out on the porch to find that they have, in fact, knocked one of the window screens out and Charlie is out in the yard eating grass.  He, of course, bolts as soon as he sees me.  Max is too busy inhaling kitty kibble to notice anything going on until I open the can of tuna.  I did give him some, and the rest went on a plate to go find Charlie.  He was hanging out by the garage, looking warily at the door and hungriliy at the tuna.  Fortunately tuna > all, and he sat down to slurp some up and I was able to nab him. (He protested loudly until he got inside and got his plate of tuna again)

So it would seem that the two of them spent the night out joyriding in the neighborhood – they’re both filthy (particluarly Charlie, who is medium-long haired) and probably will need at least a good brushing, if not a bath.  Fortunately they’ve had their flea/tick/heartworm/earmite medicine already this month, so they should be fine on that front.

It’s been a little stressful though, esp. in light of the massive plumbing issue we had yesterday.  But that’s another post.

Anna: “NO!”

Cat: nomnomnom

Anna: /swat

Cat: nomnomnom

Anna: FSSSSSSSHHHT!

Cat: OSHITSCRAMBLEVANISH

(I don’t know where the squirt gun is, or normally I’d have used that.  But the can of air on my desk from cleaning out the CPU was handy…)

Somewhere, inside my cat, is a hair elastic. It really needs to be in the litter box, and not inside my cat.

In better news, I finished the first Baby Surprise Jacket, and I’m much happier with it now that it’s all finished and put together than I was when it was still on the needles. While I’m not gaga over the color combo (I’m already liking the second one, which is purple and gray rather than pink and gray), it looks nice, is super cute, and the seaming came out well. 5 buttons away from being totally completed.

I also frogged the first half of the Fawkes sock. I have some Koigu that I *love* in a colorway that is drool-worthy, and I really like the way Fawkes looks when it’s done… but I just couldn’t stand to knit it. Memorizing a 12 row lace repeat… just didn’t really work for me. I like working on things that don’t require so much thought as to be only do-able when sitting quietly.

Or at least, I only like to work on one project at a time that requires that concentration, and the Olive Branch Yoga Hoodie is that project for me right now.

‘Course, it’s sitting in my knitting bag untouched, and I’ve cast on another sock. This time in Knitpicks Essentials Meadow Multi, using the pattern Primavera. While it looks complicated, this is a 6 row repeat, and the first 5 rows are the same. MUCH simpler. So far, so good.