*needs to comb hair. Has wild, untamed jungle hair. Is kinda fun, though*
Ooooh, but I need to do work for English. I do, I do. Mmm. Come, Lords of the Snow and do your worst!
Last few posts have been kinda of disjointed. And... nuts. Because I am.
So, I'll just talk about my cats, then. I love 'em. Even when they're the most annoying creatures on Earth, I doubt I'd trade them for a thing. 'Course I say this because I suspect we're the only people who'd ever want them.
This'd be more relevant with pictures...
Greebo is our youngest cat and, naturally, the most energetic, though he's also considerably smaller than the other two. He's a grey tabby with gorgeous markings, short and sleek fur, and yellow-green eyes. (He's asleep on my bed, so I'm just looking over and making observations.) He's sort of... floppy and alternates between CrazedMadAttack!Kitty and WarmFuzzyCuddleMe!Kitty. Sometimes I think I favor him. A lot. He came to us when he was terrorizing Amy's yard and she begged me to take him. I did.
Sputnik was my Holiday present when I was in seventh grade. We rescued him from the animal shelter (and from a random woman who totally had no idea how to pet kitties). He's black and white, with a very prominent white spot on his nosie. He's sort of long-haired and very soft. He likes to be held and carried and loved. He's got a very tiny meow and can be ever so plaintive sometimes. He's a good snuggle and he has the longest tail I've ever seen on a cat. He also has tremendously huge eyes (which is why they called him 'Mr. Hoot' at the shelter).
Got Izit back in New Jersey. She's certifiably nutso. She's frightened of damn near everything, but absolutely craves attention. Hates being held, loves being petted. She's almost the perfect Halloween cat, black with big yellow eyes, except for the large white spot on her stomach. In contrast to Sputnik, she has a loud, piercing voice which she uses constantly. Arrgh. It's aggravating (stupid part-Siamese...), but then she also has a very big purr, which isn't so bad. I'm also convinced she fancies herself a bulemic. It'd be amusing, were it not for the clean-up involved.
'Tis all I have to say right now.