Of Secrets and Sea Urchins

At the beginning of summer...I really wanted a sea urchin. I saw quite a few with Steph and Val when we were all in P.R. But, as fate would have it, S and I ended up not with a sea urchin or two...but two kittehs. Mads and I still don't know if they be Malaysian kittehs or Tanzanian kittehs. They're really sweet and adorable but they shed like the bags they gave you at Uncommon. At least the kitties are soft. They're also really needy, particularly Isabel.


Isabel is always lounging in that chair. I got a chance to clean the apt. this weekend and I used up about 4 lint rollers on that chair she's nappin' on. I realize this was really a useless exercise since as soon as I finished she plopped right back on it.

They constantly want attention...and I'm willing to give them all the love they want but I don't like getting cat hair all over me, especially not before work/after I've showered. I'm also trying to be really good about that since two people in my lab are allergic to cats. That's half the lab. Here's Olivia. She's a real sweetie but much shyer than Isabel. I liked Isabel more at first but I think I appreciate Olivia more now. Isabel is a bit too affectionate. Sometimes, however, indiscriminate and unfailing purring is what you need after a long day at lab.


How is it that S and I are taking care of them? Stasha's friend is living with her allergic-to-cats boyfriend this summer and asked if we would watch them. I had some trouble adjusting because I am a clean freak and the cats don't allow for too much cleaning. That and the fact that I refuse to do all the cleaning myself (which is sort of what it came to this weekend. Don't leave me alone for too long or I clean) led our apartment into a dark era of dust and cat hair. The worst part of our arrangement is that we do have a litter box for the kitties and you can totally still smell it everywhere. S's friend was supposed to come and clean it once a week but she hasn't responded to my texts this week.

Alas! Denise, you said you were to address the secret matter of secrets. Well sucks to be you because the secret that I was to tell is in fact known to the world and is only a secret to mes parents. The 'rents do not need to know about the kitteh situation. What they don't know won't cause them to spazz.

Voici a picture of our living room/entrance pre-kittehs. The litter box is next to the door. That's Stasha's keyboard, and the smaller bookshelf is sitting atop several storage boxes (that we were unknowingly asked to store) covered by a really pretty table cloth. It had been put away, but I suppose that if we have to live with rando boxes and having to move out the entire contents of a closet into another rando suitcase, we can move stuff around as much as we want.


Anyway...Happy 4th of July! I will spend tonight quietly eating some dinner and possibly watching Ponyo and Lost. I think I had enough of Animal Crossing for this weekend.

EDIT: I FINALLY got this entry right. I kept trying to manipulate the pictures so the entry would look *nice*. I think it does, finally.