In which Wade anticipates the arrival of his kittehs!
[Warning: If you do not love cats, you won't understand this entry.]
Back in 2004, after my past-primary (Sue) moved in with me, we
started discussing adopting cats. I've always liked cats, but had
never really planned on having any, but Sue was very enthusiastic
about the idea. We adopted an adorable little 10week old orange
fluffball of a kitten, and named him Hawksley Peanut Butter.
After allowing him to grow out of his heart murmur somewhat, we
adopted another kitten, and named her Cobweb.
I honestly cannot believe how quickly and how thoroughly I fell in
love with my cats. Everytime I walked from the elevator to my
apartment, I'd get all enthused because I'd get to interact with HPB
Sue and I parted ways in August 2005, but maintained joint custody
of the kids for a year (two weeks at Sue's place, two weeks at my
place) until Sue moved to Toronto. I've previously written about my
feelings related to the loss of my cats, and
the 2 hour drive to Toronto. I only managed
to visit them 4 times during the next year, and haven't seen them at
all since I moved to SF, although according to Sue they are doing very
I've known, since before I moved here, that there was a possibility
that I'd be getting custody of the children again (I made sure when
looking for apartments that cats were allowed). Sue has a new partner,
and they have been planning on moving in together for a year, but have
been waiting on various issues (divorce proceedings, his children,
etc.). His parents live in his basement, and are unfortunately very
allergic to cats, so it would not be remotely practical for the cats
to stay with them. This makes me sad, because I know from first hand
experience how difficult it will be for Sue to say goodbye to the
cats. For her sake, I've been hoping they'd be able to find some other
solution, but it sounds like the cats will be coming to live with me
sometime around the end of summer. I am ... enthused.
I'm amused at how absurdly parent-like I'm being about it all. I'm
very concerned about how the kids will deal with the flight, because I
know how terrified they were during the 2 hour
drive to Toronto and can easily imagine the 5 hour flight (and all
the pre and post activities around the flight) being a horrendously
terrifying experience, especially for Cobweb, who is deathly afraid of
enclosed spaces and detests being in cat carriers.
Knocking them out entirely is not viable because of circulation
issues. There are apparently a variety of homeopathic and medically
sanctioned means of reducing cat anxiety, but I need to do more
research. And just because I think we should do things one way doesn't
mean Sue will agree - she's been arguing that they'll be fine without
anything. But she didn't have to take the 2 hour drive with them from
London to Toronto.
And If I'm this stressed over the well-being of two cats during a 8
hour transportation experience, I cannot imagine how much worse it
would be to deal with this kind of stress on a daily basis raising
actual children. Why does anyone have children? Seems like too much
stress! And they are so obnoxious!
In any event, lately I've been waking up in the mornings and
remembering that there are very good chances that HPB and Cobweb will
soon be living in San Francisco with me. They won't have as much room
as they do in Sue's apartment, but there are some relatively safe
outside-but-not-really-outside areas for them to explore (properly
supervised, of course).
I'm very excited. And now that I've discoverd them, I'm totally
planning on making
some lolcats featuring my