And I don't mean the kind you keep in cages.
We started seeing them scurrying between the cubicle dividers about two weeks ago.
The building maintenance people called in an exterminator the day after the rodents' first appearance, and they supposedly laid out traps. But the sightings have continued.
Several of us have been entertaining ourselves with the idea of having a "Bring your cat to work day" ...
Some neighbors have complained about the faint glare, but the store's owner is considerate enough to turn the sign off when they close at night, so it's not like they're flagrant about it. And having a weakness for that whole trashy neon aesthetic, I kind of enjoy the ambience.
Inside, the new store has a completely different feel, a labyrinthine quality that reminds me of the monastic library in The Name of the Rose: perhaps a dozen rooms full of books winding around almost the entire first floor of the Abonita building. The space is too small for you to actually lose your way, but it almost feels as though you could.
( And then there are the cats ... )
After several days of trying, though, I have to admit that the name just doesn't suit her. Instead, I've come to the conclusion that this one's an "Izzy":
( yet more kitten pictures )
"Izzy" just seems to better match her wild hair, frenetic energy, and overall air of juvenile delinquency*.
Also, it's easier to pronounce ...
*That last photo, where Izzy looks so determined? She's clawing her way up my pantleg. Which is all well and cute, now, since she still weighs almost nothing, and since her claws are still too short to cut through my jeans. However ...
I'm still taking naming suggestions for the new arrival--I'd post a poll, but Livejournal seems to have a nervous breakdown every time I try to post one, here, so that'll have to be a separate entry.
And now it occurs to me that I'm going to have to start locking the cupboards ...
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My older cat, Puig, finally succumbed to his cancer, this weekend. He'd been on medication for several weeks, which had at first restored him to at least a semblance of normal health. But, as we knew it likely would, the cancer eventually became refractory to the meds. Puig's condition began to noticeably deteriorate again about a week ago. As of Friday night, he couldn't even stand up any more, and was making the most pitiful sounds. By morning, there was just no denying it, so I called the vet and we agreed that it was time.
He went peacefully.
I took Puig to a different vet, last week, who told me that what's ailing him ( may not be exactly what we thought ... )
And, you know, even if the effect is fleeting--as it may well be--it's a real gift to see the little fella so much himself again, for however long we can sustain this.