Book of June

Dear Paula H&B:
Every time this cup is clean, I use it first. It’s definitely my favorite coffee cup RN. There is nothing wrong with having a favorite coffee cup and it does not at all mean my life is sad.

I was at a cool-person’s party recently and she also had the same coffee cup. Are you friends with her as well?

Despite what it looks like, I am not holding that cup in front of a toilet. That’s a mirror. Mirrors are my favorite thing RN, and by RN I mean since birth. I’m like a parakeet.

You know what I wish I had? A parakeet. I did have one once, a blue one, and my then-new kitten ate it. I was 12. The whole thing was depressing.

Anyway, hi. My ADD and I are here, in case you hadn’t picked up the 47 things I’ve thrown down already today.

Last night, after work, I came home and got little Black as Pitch kitten. I went to each pet and told them to say goodbye, and please see above about my life not being at all sad. Then I put him in his little box and we schlepped to the shelter, which by the way is in the most inconvenient, trafficky place possible in town.

We listened to the ’70s station on the way there, and I sang him the songs and told him what each one reminded me of. By the time we got to the shelter he was clamoring to get into a cage.

I kissed him goodbye and donated his little towel to the shelter, then I drove home in silence. I really liked that towel.

There is a really depressing movie called Testament, about nuclear war, and there’s a scene where this woman is silently sewing a shroud to bury her daughter in. That was me last night. I hate being dramatic.

I took Karen Black’s dishes into the kitchen and rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher. I emptied his litter pan and scrubbed it out and put it away. I swept swept swept all the cat litter in the room, and put his kitten food in with the other cats’ food for Milhous. I dismantled his laundry basket bed and washed all the bedding.

And now this once-kitteny room looks like this. Although there isn’t always a water bottle cap in the foreground.

Iris is delighted. …Oh, lord, I’m out of birdseed again. WHY AM I AT THE STORE EVERY DAY.

Anyway, that was that adventure, and I’m glad I had it. New Moon Kitty of Darkness will be neutered today, then given a day to recover, and will likely be ready for adoption on Sunday. That is the day I will begin obsessively searching the animal shelter’s website to make sure he got adopted. Once someone takes him, they’ll take his info down and right then I’ll know.

Mihous had to catch up on his rest after a month of kitten play. I let him sleep with me last night, which normally I don’t do, as he is still a kitten himself and at some point in the night jumps around and acts the fool and I have to snap his neck. But last night he never moved. He was a good boy.

This weekend I have no plans I can think of, which doesn’t mean I don’t have plans. I just can’t think of them. But I do believe I am plan-free, which, yay!

I have an idea. Why don’t you suggest things I do this weekend and I will do one or two of them. If they’re all, eat a snake or go protest at Planned Parenthood, I won’t do them, but I am willing to try a new thing.

My father just fainted. Me trying a new thing has never been m’strong suit. Look, dad, right up there ^^. I tried a new filter. I AM ADVENTURESOME.

I’d better go to work. They tend to enjoy it when I show up.

Kittenlessly,
Adventure June