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You're not going to believe this, but
SSar's Beast
...Someone, who is definitely NOT the SPCA, thought we could be trusted with an eight-week-old kitten. Normally I'd be a pile of goo at the cuteness factor, but I feel awfully responsible.

Actually, she's exactly two months today. And she is asleep under my bed, on an anorak spread over my music suitcase.

You know those icecream ads that Trumpet has been putting in bus shelters recently? They say silly things like "Look! It's bigger than a boat!" with an ice-cream cone in the foreground and a beach and a boat in the background. I want to scoop the kitten up, put her on my elephant-print pillow, and say, "Look! She's smaller than an elephant!" Don't mind me.

The SPCA wouldn't give us a cat. After about two weeks spent in great excitement, during which I was in and out of the SPCA at least once every two days, I called up the SPCA this Monday past and said, "Hi, it's Sara again, I was hoping we could arrange a time to adopt a cat again today..."

"Ah, you're the one who's been in here all week, aren't you?" Not a promising tone. "Well, we're actually a bit uncomfortable with the idea of you adopting a cat.... ... We think there's been some deception going on... you've told your story to three different people and it keeps changing..."

It was a mild fiasco. My enthusiasm had perhaps led to a bit of garbling, and because the SPCA are necessarily paranoid and had heard the phrase 'birthday present' at various points, their hackles were up. I was shocked at how far up they were. I'd never dreamed they could misunderstand so much.

Two hours later, not even Bex doing her best to be the Sane Reasonable Flatmate balancing out the Crazy Enthusiastic flatmate could persuade them we were the right home for a cat. Nor could my earnest four-page letter. Their minds were already set. It was a very crushing day. They told us we could volunteer there if we wanted, to make up for our pet deprivation, but...

We contemplated bundling up the kitty litter, food, and various accessories we'd bought into a sad little bundle and taking it down to the SPCA, with a note along the lines of, "Well, I guess we haven't got a use for these now, and you do," except much more subtle, of course. Get them with a guilt trip at the very least. Not fair, but satisfying.

I don't really want to leave the cat alone in the house today... Hm. I will contact my tutor and ask if I can email him my essay rather than handing it in in person.

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hey congrats on the cat! I should come around to feed it sometime.

did you get my email? I hope you did.

hey Joel!

To feed it? Well I guess if we went away on holiday we'd really appreciate that!

Yes I did - am checking at Writers' Window and will get back to you.

Goodness - you'd think someone who spent plenty of time playing with cats and getting to know them would be the perfect person to adopt them... but apparently not. I'm glad you now have a kitten, despite the best efforts of your SPCA. We got Pickle from a cat shelter, rather than the RSPCA. It was slightly cheaper and I just liked the atmosphere more.

Enjoy playing with your kitten today!

How was the cat shelter run?

It's hard to describe the atmosphere of our SPCA. You could tell they cared about the cats and were really nice to them. It was only when we came closest to adoption that we really hit the rocks.

Yes, our cat works out around the same price. Free, but it'll be $100 for de-sexing, and I'm hoping that vaccinations will be less than $50. Whereas the SPCA offers a $150 total package plus microchipping.

*laughs* I'm glad you're so happy with it.

I've just been curled up with The Book Thief and Poet. You're welcome to her anytime. The arrogant cow ^^

(I'm guessing your SPCA is the same sorta deal as my RSPCA)

'Happy'? yes. More 'bemused'.
One name Bex was attached to was 'Muse', which I vetoed. Poet and Muse would probably get along... Well, let me think about that one.

Probably, yes.

ha haa! It's awesome how psychotic the SPCA is.

In their own little crazytown, yes.
Maybe they're just a little possessive of their pussies.

Misogyny, it's fun for the whole family!

just like women.

That's great news, I'm very glad to hear it.

By the time you next come around, she'll probably have Fezz wrapped around her claws too. Look out for over-exposure...



So, how did you get her? What color is she? Picked a name yet? Any photos?

...and kiss your sleep goodbye now, at least for the coming year or so...

Yes, where are the photos, good Morbane?

Oh, I know. I woke up this morning around five o'clock to strange noises, very bemused that someone in the house had risen before me for once. Bex, whose shoulder the cat had just pooped on, was soaking her nightgown in the sink.

We got her through my flatmate Sam's workmate Tracey. Tracey explained that normally she wouldn't let a cat go so young, but that the mother, exhausted after a litter of seven, had rejected the kittens.

She's a grey tabby, almost ocelot-patterned, with big ears and big eyes. A variety of names have been gone through. We're using four at the moment, until we can decide on something better: River, Rain, Nimbus, and Ambience (because it is a nice-sounding word.)

If it helps, the RSPCA in England is no better. We managed to get two cats (they wouldn't let us adopt just one because my Mum and Dad both work all day), and then the rather psycho woman who'd dealt with our adoption insisted on coming round to our house to check it out to make sure that it was OK for cats (Mum and Dad live in a large semi with large amounts of garden, in a village out in the country). And she insisted on us getting a catflap for our kitchen door because otherwise (heaven forfend!) the cats wouldn't be able to get in and out of the house any time they wanted- our previous cat used to have his cat-house in the passage by our garage.

I'm sorry they were so mean. I'd love to know what they thought was going to happen if they let you adopt one of the cats- or what on earth possessed them not to voice their concerns earlier.

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