August 17, 2008

  • Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat...

    Yar!

    Ducky, my kitty, gave birth to three babies a month or so ago, which
    was a few months after all three kittens of her first litter all passed
    away before they could reach two weeks of age.  After the first one
    died from her first litter, I stopped visiting the kittens twice a day
    and heard tragic updates about them solely from my dad.  After the
    third one died, my dad got mad at Ducky and accused her of being a
    really bad mom, so I got sad because I really like her. :[

    She's the only kitty I've ever had that doesn't try to rip my head off when I try to touch her children, and she lets me pet her while she's nursing them and she moves her head to the side when I want to look at the babies. I think she just has bad luck and has fragile babies.  :[  She's always with her babies except when she has to eat or poop. 
    We lost one baby from the new litter a few days after she gave birth, so like last time, I stopped visiting the kittens in sorrow.  I finally visited today after several weeks of no "another kitten died" from my dad, and the other two are looking pleasantly healthy and furry, and they're old enough to cause me to believe they're not gonna kick the bucket anytime soon.  *crosses fingers and knocks on wood*  She gave birth in the garage in the middle of the day, so it was the first time I ever saw slimy jelly bean baby kitties. o________o  eww

    I finally mention the babies now so that I wouldn't be striken with grief over dead kittens.  >_>

    i hope taco's the daddy, i like him D:

    *mom just denied me cold banana because i didn't eat yet, and says that eating cold banana without eating will cause me to be hospitalized, and i am now confused*

    So I bloggin' on my dad's computer while he cleans his car because my computer is having the same tragic breakdown that it had last Friday.  Phuc is not making a cameo online (parents: "so when is pook coming over"), so I'm killing time on xangaa.  >_>.

    In the midst of my broken computer blues, I luckily already transferred Photoshop to my dad's computer, abused the device that is his mouse (turns out my tablet isn't plug and play, that bastard), and spazzed on it.

    After drawing those two, I realized I could've used that time working on my summer homework.
    In fact, I could've done that instead of blogging...

    OWELL