Last Sunday (a week ago) I drove down to the Valkyrie’s house (my former home) to pick up the babbies. V was going on a trip for a couple of weeks, and we didn’t want the kids to be without either of us during that time. So I have my babbies back! They were very good on the drive from there to here. It’s an hour and a half between houses. They were in separate carriers; Loki was on the passenger seat and Eris was on the floor in front of him. They would talk to each other from time to time, making sure they were still together and letting me know that they were displeased. But they didn’t yowl or cry. I played Ofra Harnoy’s versions of Vivaldi’s cello concertos, at low volume and with the passenger-side speakers shut off, and that seemed to soothe them a bit.
They adapted immediately to my house. They’ve acted entirely normally this whole time, not upset or clingy or anything. They both sleep on me at night, which is fun considering I have a twin-size bed right now, but they spend their time wrestling and napping and just being themselves. I’m so happy to have them here. My babies!
Eris is being her usual thieving self. Every day she has taken a piece of clothing and put it on the living room floor. Here she is with my pajama shorts.
The Clothing Thieves
The drawstring was dragging, so Loki got in on the act. Eris has also stolen shirts (both button-up and T-shirts), and I think a towel once. But mostly clothes. She deposits them on the rug and then Loki takes a nap on them. CATS.
They also wrestle a lot. That’s Eris doing her vampire impression.
Doesn’t Eris look demonic?
So yes, my babbies are healthy and happy and I love them to pieces. You have no idea how much I’ve missed them. Like, thinking of them caused actual heartache. But now I can snuggle them whenever I like. But first I have to train Eris to stop hanging from the curtains…
But I am just coming out of an extended, serious depression. It started in April. I didn’t get online for three months except to read fanfic. (BBC Sherlock is my imaginary boyfriend.) Hell, I didn’t even talk to my mother for two months, and she’s one of my two favorite people in the whole world (the other being the Valkyrie). I was a wreck. I started feeling a bit better a couple of weeks ago, but yesterday my doctor had me add Ritalin to my daily medication cocktail and I’ve actually gotten out of bed. Better living through modern medicine!
So this post is going to be a rather long life update…
I was furious at my MIL this morning. Still am. She left the house about 9am. I didn’t see Eris for a bit, but she has hiding spots she likes to nap in occasionally. At 11:30 I went downstairs to get some water, and she was sitting outside the porch window. OUTSIDE IT. The moment we saw each other she started wailing. I dashed out to get her. She couldn’t figure out how to jump to me — she was too upset — and I reached over the hedge and grabbed her. She clung to me for deal life and kept wailing until I got her inside. I sat down on the floor with her right inside the door and petted her and she had the most desperate purr going, like OH GOD DADDY YOU SAVED ME YOU’RE MY HERO PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME GO BACK OUT THERE. I took her upstairs and put her in the Valkyrie’s arms, because V always makes her feel safe. She did the same desperate purr. My poor sweetheart. She has returned to her normal self, just cuddlier, and she runs away from the front door every time it opens.
When MIL got home I let her have it. She swore she didn’t let Eris out, but she was the only person to open any doors this morning. But then she never accepts blame for anything, and never apologizes when she’s fucked up. I’m still mad. I am so fucking lucky that Eris didn’t go wandering. We live on a lake, and there are cottonmouth snakes next to the water and huge hawks and something really bad could have happened even just on our half-acre.
I warped my RH loom this afternoon while hanging out with my bestie. 228 warp ends for Awesome Niece’s shawl! I did it in three batches of 60 and one with 48, because having a lot of ends in one single batch means they’re more likely to tangle as I wind them on. Bestie and her niece had come over to help make soup. (It was lentil with tomatoes and fresh spinach. Delicious.) They stayed for dinner and “butterbeer” floats (IBC cream soda and butterscotch schnapps over vanilla ice cream. SO GOOD. Niece didn’t get the schnapps, of course. She’s only 14.) My float was small: a little less than half a cup of ice cream, half a bottle of soda, and about a shot of schnapps. Caloric, but not too bad. I still didn’t eat more than my calorie limit for the day.
Tonight I went to start weaving, and the babbies were very unhappy. The loom is their napping place in the evenings, and they wouldn’t stay off it while I was trying to use it. So I gave up, put the blanket on it, and they curled up to sleep. Adorable, but I wanna be weaving! Awesome Niece’s birthday is in a week. I need to make her shawl by then.
So I picked up my bag of these pin loom squares…
… and got back to putting on the black crocheted borders. I was in the middle of my fourteenth square (total, not just tonight’s batch) when I realized the square’s yarn is superwash and the black isn’t. So I don’t know what’s going to happen when I wash it. Crap. I’ll take a couple of the spare squares and finish them in different ways — one wet-finished, the other steam pressed. I’ll see what happens to each. If they both suck, I’ll pull out the black and replace it with superwash. I actually think I may have some of the same brand of yarn in black. Why didn’t I think of that in the first place? Silly Alex…
Oh, back to the babbies for a sec: they’ve been coming downstairs a lot, but not for long unless I’m there too. Eris has overcome her fear and come down, but only when I’m nearby. Loki sat in the bay window in the kitchen and watched the backyard while I warped the loom. Then he bolted when the food processor started up. Babbies do not like loud noises!
Loki and Eris will be 5 months old on Sept. 22. They went to the vet this morning for surgery pre-op, for their neutering. Loki weighed 8lb 6oz, and Eris weight 7lb even. HUGE BABBIES!!! The vet said they’re going to be monster cats. They’re not fat, they’re just enormous. They also had their last vaccine and their nails got clipped. Vet said they’re in perfect health, and that we should keep doing what we’re doing for them.
One concern I have is that Loki learned how to jump the baby gate last night. I was standing in the kitchen and heard this little “mew.” Dropped everything and ran to check, and yes, Loki was downstairs. The cat gate was knocked a bit sideways and he’d gotten out. I fixed the gate and put him back… and he jumped it. MIL, BFF, and BFF’s niece, who were all at the kitchen table, came to see him on the stairs. He flopped over on a step and preened, the little hussy. He got scritches and lots of cooing and he just ate it up. Eventually I took him upstairs and put both kittens in the bedroom, door shut. I’m worried about them not being chipped and getting out of the house. Oh well, we’ll just have to be careful…
It’s done. Done and washed and ready for the con tomorrow.
I really, really hope Bunny likes it. It took a lot of work!
Took the kittens to the vet for their second round of vaccines. They’re doing very well. FeLeuk and FIV tests were negative. Babbies are healthy as teeny horses. Loki is 5 pounds even, Eris 4.4. According to the vet, Loki is going to be enormous!
Okay, up in six hours to get ready for Orlando Nerdfest… Can’t wait!
Okay, it’s a tape measure that looks like a sheep. The Valkyrie caught the babbies play-fighting over it, and took this picture.
When I came back upstairs they were still playing with it. Eris was proudly carrying it down the hallway in her mouth like a trophy kill, and Loki was batting at the tape dragging behind her. It was hilarious.
In other news, someone I know on a forum is going to buy my Ashford loom if I decide to keep the Schacht Flip, and I may even get to hand it off to her in person when she comes to Florida in October! Too cool.
The babbies officially have the run of the upstairs! They had been just in the bedroom, and then a few days ago we started letting them in the hallway, and tonight we let them into the den. They’re only allowed in here (den) when a human is in the room, because there are too many things that babbies could get into trouble with without supervision, but humans are usually in the den when humans are awake and not in the bedroom. So babbies get to hang out wherever. I was going to wait until I binge-cleaned the den, but I couldn’t take hearing them cry for us from behind the closed bedroom door. So now they can be with us more or less whenever they want to be.
I have two concerns:
1) MIL’s two adult cats are going to wander upstairs sooner or later to meet the babbies. I don’t expect any problems, but I’m anxious for their relationships to be good ones.
2) The Valkyrie and I will be gone 24 hours next Friday/Saturday. We’ve never been away from home like that before. It will stress the little ones out quite a bit, which makes me sad. But I guess they’ll be okay. MIL will happily feed them while we’re gone. But I still worry.
I post tons of babby pictures to my Instagram, if you want to follow me. Everything is babbies or fiber/textile stuff, if you dig that kinda thing!
Wheels have been set in motion to get the Valkyrie a spinal stimulator implant, which might cut her pain levels in half. FUCK YEAH. First appointment in the procedure, a psych eval to make sure she’s competent to make the decision and operate the implant, is on the 11th! From there she does a trial period of a few days, and if it works she’ll have surgery to put in the real thing. I really, really, really hope this works.
We also went to the walk-in clinic. She has an ear infection. Yay for antibiotics.
Kitten news! It’s time to clip the babbies’ claws. They’re getting big and strong and their claws are tiny razors and they like to grab my feet while I’m sleeping. OW.