very simple

Since Sadie moved in with me, I’ve indulged her with an assortment of toys and treats. but none of that was necessary, because one of the only things she’s interested in playing with on a regular basis is one of my recycling bins. She can spend hours jumping in and out of it, letting me carry her around in it, and dragging it around my apartment. So much so that I’ve had to give one of them completely over to her, in the hopes that she’ll leave the other one (that I actually use) alone.

She seems to like to perch herself on the highest, most unsteady surface. In this case, my printer, which is piled on top of several other things on my desk and which wobbles even when the cat is not trying to balance herself on top of it.

I know that if I keep this up, I run the danger of becoming the dreaded “cat blogger”, but sometimes I’m not going to be able to help myself. Sadie’s now been with me for a full week, and, as you can tell from these pics taken during the week, she seems to be settling in OK. Sure, she spends her mornings impersonating a whirling dervish, and I’ve had to slipcover most of my living room – not due to any intentional damage on her part, but because she gets so rambunctious in the morning that she’s been inadvertently scratching up my leather couch when she’s trying to leap from one piece of furniture to the next. I’m a little disturbed that she figured out how to get to the top of my 6 and a half foot tall chifferobe, since that’s where i was keeping the “stuff to keep out of sadie’s reach”, but mostly, she’s doing things like this – sleeping on top of me in incredibly inconvenient spots, like while trying to edit photos on my computer, and always keeping an eye on where I am.

I spoke to the vet today and confirmed that I think we’ve past the trial stage, and to complete whatever adoption rigamarole was remaining.

For some time now, I’ve been contemplating getting some sort of pet. I’ve been wavering between a dog or a cat – I had both growing up, and loved having both. The “fun” part of my brain wavered toward dog, but the sensible part of my brain, the part that reminds me that I will have a job at some point and will not be home all the time to go on walks, wavered toward cat. I’d been visiting the cat adoption days at the local pet store, and had a few cats that I was keeping my eye on, but then my parents called me this morning from the vet (they were bringing ollie in again for more tests/treatment for the mystery disease he seems to have picked up at the tail end of his stay with me) to say that one of the cats the vet had available for adoption would be great – she was getting along with ollie in the waiting room, and they started sending me pictures. Needless to say, I ran over to meet her…

…And totally fell for her. She’s 9 months old and had been left as a kitten in a box by the clinic’s front door. So she’s been living at the vet the whole time, allowed to roam around and play with all the other animals and people. Which probably explains why she’s been so chill since she got here. I’m still in a trial period for the adoption, but I think we’re going to get along fine. The vets had been calling her Shea, but I nixed that. So now she’s Sadie.