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Highlight of my weekend
cap, captain miss america

Big news!

My parents got a new cat! On Friday night, my mom and I drove to the animal shelter and met all the cats, and filled out an application. There were two cats that we thought were suitable– “Rachel,” a 1-year-old girl who was very sweet and affectionate but not very active, and “Harmony,” a 3-year-old gir who was very active but not very affectionate. So we put Rachel down first and then Harmony. The shelter asked people to put down multiple choices, and then they would have someone call and interview you and try to decide based on your lifestyle if one cat or the other is a better “fit.” Both of them were beautiful silver tabbies.

The next morning, the adoption counselor called to interview my mom and then called me for a reference! We chatted a bit and then they told us that we could come pick “Rachel” up that afternoon!

Now, we have a bunch of relatives named Rachel, or variations thereof, and my mom felt weird naming a cat the same thing as family members, so we were trying to think of another name. We put the kitty in the basement (our basement has a finished bedroom and is where we keep my books, so it is pretty nice) to give her time to adjust to her new surroundings, like the shelter people suggested. About a half hour after she got here, my mom and I went upstairs to get things together to go to the store to buy kitty a collar and some wet food and then went back down to check on her.

And we could not find her. We checked under the bed, under the sofa, inside cabinets…and finally, just when we were getting worried that she’d somehow gotten out, found her..
hidden behind the books on the bookshelf.

And that is why we named her Clarisse.

Clarisse Kitty!

Clarisse Kitty!


Clarisse is a lovely little girl cat who loves to hide– but she isn’t antisocial! She just seems to like curling up in small places. She comes out as soon as you “find” her– and then wants to be cuddled, a lot. We haven’t tried introducing her to Harker yet, but Harker knows she is down there– he keeps peering curiously at the door. She is super teeny-tiny and slim, and we are having trouble finding a collar for her– we got the smallest size at the store, AND punched two more holes in it, and it is still a bit big. But she is pretty much full grown so she is always going to be a little pocketful of cat!

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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Oh my gosh it is a kitty. I go AWWWWW.

I cans have cuddle time with Clarisse?

You are my favoritest!

Tell Harker not to eat her before I get there.


Also I just left you a voice mail. I was wondering if you could get me some west-coast-only yogurts to try. If they will allow them on the plane. I know people keep telling me to try Tillamook.


I wish I had a kitty. Every time Eryn bitches about Rufus I'm like "YOU ARE THE ONE WHO TOLD ME I COULDN'T HAVE A CAT ORIGINALLY SO I GOT RUFUS INSTEAD. WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW?"


That is the story of my childhood. My parents got me like a billion pets that weren't cats because I wanted a cat and they didn't like cats. And they got a dog and I hated the dog and finally when I was seventeen we got a cat and EVERYONE LOVES THE CAT.

that sounds like an awesome shelter.

and awwww, kitty! hee droopy whiskers.

It was an awesome shelter. Really nice, dedicated people, nice facilities, and they clearly love the animals.

I had a cat like that. She never in her life weighed more than seven and a half pounds.

She is so teeny! Harker is a small cat, but this one! Wow! We need to go get her a kitten collar, I think.

That's fabulous! My aunts have a super-skinny silver tabby with similiar markings--her name is Clare!

Woo! They are almost twinnies!

Only Clare is a bit antisocial with most people. But she does love being in hidey holes...


Yes, I had a silver tabby who was named after a font. She's been dead about 6 or 7 years now but she was the sweetest cat. Always very thin though probably not as small as Clarisse.

I have been having some fantastic cuddle time with our two cats, though. Pirate (pictured) has been joining me every morning after my alarm goes off, and this afternoon Porpy was sitting on my bed all curled up purring...there is nothing like a curled-up purring cat to make you feel the world's all right.

Also, the French for purr is "ronronne". Is that perfect or what? Especially said with a French accent.


I love her little bell! D'awwww.

OOOOH KITTY! She is adorable. I recently had to barricade my cat into my room for the weekend to keep her from freaking out at all the family going in and out. We had some real bonding moments and I remembered when we first got her from a shelter and got all goopy about it.

Cats: they are always awesome. Hope life goes well for them with their new master family member.

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