icarusancalion

I have a cat.

Or rather, I have created a temporary cat refuge for my aunt's bullied kitty, Taffy. The little ginger-striped tabby is nested next to me on the couch, purring and safe from a much larger cat who thinks she's prey.

The scabs on her ears and little pink nose are starting to flake away. She no longer walks crouched and fearful. She knows there's no threat here. (Though she gets nervous if I leave the door open to the rest of the--bully infested--house.) Yesterday she walked upstairs with me to visit my aunt and avail herself of the catnip.

*holds her out* She's a temp, but isn't she pretty?

Okay. Back to decorating. I'm going to have to buy a bed. The one I have here is...gllrgh.

The plus side of the monitor not working (and having to use the TV instead) -- kitty loves it. He's watching the incredible uncatchable fly --

(what we know as a cursor and/or mouse pointer)

-- with utter fascination now.

This means that he stands in front of the screen, backlit, as he tilts his head to stare. Which means I have to look between his little pointy ears to see the screen.

Of course I move the mouse around until he bats at it. Who would pass on the opportunity?

For once, the whole family gets to enjoy TV. *g*

(Although he likes figure skating, too.)