Married: 1 month down? Not exactly. Closer to 3 weeks.

How is Lucy taking it?

She’s peeved at the mountains of gift boxes, she’s peeved that I didn’t give her any chicken. Upside? I found her dynamite catnip toy. Up-Up side (which is also an ‘eww’ side) she has sufficiently drooled all over it. In reality being married to her original human has not changed the dynamic between us. She still purrs and scratches and eats and sleeps and poops and meows and chirps and barks and all the other cat habits. It’s nice to know that in the animal kingdom our awkward human rituals mean absolutely nothing to them. My relationship with Jonathan has, if anything, gotten better since we were married. Yeah it’s only been 3 weeks, but marriage really does change people. What one does not what to do is change expectations. Expectations is where it is most likely to fall apart…like expecting Jonathan to be excited for me to officially adopt Lucy as my own fur-daughter…chyea right…Wut-ever, I do what I want.

Adoption Certificate



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Sometimes I really do think Lucy is able to express human-like emotions. Basic emotions. Nothing complex like disappointment or jealousy. Basics, like hunger, loneliness, desiring attention, an affinity for a person or object, a dislike of a person or object. This morning was a first in many weeks that she sprinted into the bedroom once the door was open. She jumped onto the bed and immediately snuggled down on top of me. Jonathan say’s she misses us.

Saturday she puked up a very large hairball in the hallway in front of our bedroom door. Lingering distress from it might be why she was so needy this weekend.  Baby wasn’t interested in kibble this morning. Baby didn’t want us to leave for work either. The poor Lucy.

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Pro-Tip: Medicine your cat in the middle of the day when it’s hot and the cat is at it’s laziest.

Lucy has been re-scratching. The flea collar doesn’t seem to be holding up as well as I had hoped. Thankfully, @hylaweb gave me some Advantage that she didn’t need anymore (her cats don’t go outside and live on the 3rd floor). Jonathan sneaked out and left me to fend for myself with Dagger Nails McBitey Face. She was laying in her favorite spot next to the door.

As I perch down in an Asian squat next to her, gently petting her head and letting her sniff my hand. She knew. She knew and she didn’t like it. She knew, she didn’t like it, and she gave me a stink face. I see her now, sitting in her spot again with a new piece of weekly flyer licking her toes. -Sigh-,  I did not achieve any advantage with her that round. Lucy was all too aware of the medicine in my other hand.

So I sat down and tried to watch The Woman in Black. Bad idea. 7pm rolled around. It was still light out and Lucy was puddled on the window sill spacing out in the heat and watching the neighbors going in and out of the complex. The idea struck me to get her under the collar with the medicine. MUAHAHAH. Genius!

Right hand out as a peace offering. Petting her nose.

Left hand out of her field of view. Advantage administered!

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Since it has been so hot lately, Lucy has been a little furry caterpillar on the floor. Her ‘leaf’ on which she resides in caterpillar form is the dark corner by the front door. Light is blocked off from this area via blackout curtains and a three panel folding screen. We assume she likes this spot on the floor because:

a. It’s colder on the floor.

b. It’s near her water and food bowls.

c. She can watch Jonathan at his computer and me on the couch without needing to move.

d. It’s colder on the floor.

Being the pack-rat that I am, there happened to be some coupon flyers on the floor. Red Plum or some such thing. Over the weekend Lucy has been playing with the paper, laying on it, rubbing on it, and otherwise spreading it around until yesterday afternoon she made a small bed of it. Not a fur-patch was touching the hardwood floors. All fur-patches and paws were stretched out across the paper. And once I noticed she stretched out in with deceptive cuteness, caught her front paws on the love seat, and slowly kneaded her way off the paper onto the floor rug. It was sort of like watching, in slow motion, Lucy walking sideways.

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Lucy is a fairly typical cat. She sleeps, she eats, she poops. In typical cat like fashion she one could associate her daily behaviors with that of an infant. Her eating patterns on the other hand, are strictly Grazer level.

Grazer: eating from a single source of food, such as a food bowl. A single serving which is eaten at a slow pace to last approximately 10-ish hours.

Feeding schedule:

7:45am – 1/4 Cup of kibble

5:45-6:15pm – 1/4 Cup of kibble

Generally what I find when I get home is that she hasn’t exactly eaten all her food from the morning serving. Today was my day off work so I fed her a little bit later, about 8:30am. I left the apartment about 4:45pm to see The MLS All Star team beat Bayern München 2-1. Totally awesome game!!!!!!!!!!

There was still kibble in her bowl, good for three or four mouth-fulls. Additional to the kitty fashion of eating, there was also a mouth-full or two of kibble strewn around the floor near her eating area. Upon returning this was all eaten. So I gave her dinner, wandered about the house for a few moments, she was crouched on the floor so I went and pet her, she flops over as usual…


aaaaand then she bit my toe.

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Lucy cat loves to snuggle. And when she snuggles she purrs…and this ultimately leads to drooling. Drooling by itself is generally a dab or two of moisture on my person. Today, Lucy has scored herself a new place in which her drool has graced my presence. My face.

The nimble little butterfly jumped onto my lap as I was reading the internet as usual. And while this behavior is normal, what is not normal is for her to purr and make biscuits to indicate a lack of kibble in her bowl. The normal m/o for this is to sit on my lap and then mouth my arm or my hand, whichever is closest. Today she merely sat in the floor looking pathetic, and when she got tired of that she came up and started being sweet on me. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s because I’ve been home all afternoon…but the little beast was pinning me with her claws so I did what all fur parents do and picked her up under her from arms and lifted her up. Kitty face directed downwards towards my own.

That’s when it happened.

Lucy drooled on my face. And I am glad I had my mouth closed. O.O

Kibble replenished; no more love from Lucy.

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