3 posts tagged “cute”
Through the glory that is StumbleUpon (again I say that if you love wasting passing time on the Internet and you haven't tried it, you must), I discovered a very cool place full of Mark Twain quotes organized by subject. As a loser and future Scary Cat Lady, I of course wanted to see what a genius like Twain would have to say regarding felines. Imagine my surprise when I learned that Mark Twain was so ahead of his time that he actually knew of the existence of lolcats some 120 years before they would sweep the Internet. Don't believe me? I believe I have proof:
"You may say a cat uses good grammar. Well, a cat does -- but you let a cat get excited once; you let a cat get to pulling fur with another cat on a shed, nights, and you'll hear grammar that will give you the lockjaw. Ignorant people think it's the noise which fighting cats make that is so aggravating, but it ain't so; it's the sickening grammar they use." -A Tramp Abroad
So not only was he aware of lolcats well over a century ago, but perhaps he offers some insight into how the language of today's lolcats evolved--can it be that the lolcats of today are descendents of the angrier, less grammatically conscious cats of the 19th century? Would that not suggest that today's lolcats are in fact argumentative and violent themselves? It's a tempting hypothesis, but evidence to the contrary abounds:
It's no secret I desperately want a cat. As you might remember, back in August the universe was sending me cats, even though I feel certain the universe is aware that my apartment does not allow them. The most memorable of these was an adorable little black-and-white kitten who I just so happened to take two pictures of on my cell phone:
So! This past weekend I was forced to get a new phone due to my LG Chocolate's general suckage. (Just after the one year warranty was up, the touch screen starts acting funny--either not working at all or repeatedly pressing buttons that I only pressed once. This is especially annoying if the button is "send" and the phone continually redials after I've hung up.) I also got a micro SD card and adapter in order to save the 150-ish pictures/movies I had on my old phone. I found the two above pictures and wondered about my little kitten--I never saw him again.
Fast forward a week to today, when I pull into my apartment's parking lot and notice near the House of 1,000 Cats that's across the street a small but adult black and white cat. I think, "Man, look at his white paws. And his absurdly large ears. It couldn't be...?" After some persuasion I convince him to come over to me and give him some lovins... And confirm the weird little white-lip marks on both this cat and the pictures of the kitten!
He's still pretty tiny and very playful. Except now he has the sort of nervous-crazy thing happening that the other cats that hang out at House of 1,000 Cats have--always moving and swishing his tail (thus the blurriness of some pictures). It's sooo hard not to take him in, but no! I must resist. At least this time he's not a tiny kitten crying outside my door, I suppose. I'm so glad to see he's okay!!
Actually, not baby-sitting--more like bunny- and guinea pig-sitting.
Some friends of mine are out of town for three days and needed someone to watch over their guinea pig and baby bunny. Who's the lucky gal? Why yes, that would be me.
For the most part, I'm excited. They spent the night last night; I gave the bunny a little run-around-and-be-happy-outside-your-box time (and in doing so discovered just how un-bunny-proof my apartment is--I'm still trying to plug up little spaces into which the tiny furball can hide), I mostly gave the guinea pig the leave-me-the-hell-alone time she clearly desires, and we all went to bed happy.
Unfortunately, the bunny was not aware that my 11:00am class was canceled, and didn't seem to share my enthusiasm for sleeping until noon. A little before 10:00 I started hearing him try to make a Daring Escape out of his box, and I felt bad enough to get up and let him run around and poo in all sorts of secret places that I probably won't find until months from now.
I've never had any pets but cats, dogs, and fish, so I don't really know how these guys work. The guinea pig will be sweet after I'm able to wrench her from her hiding spot in the box, but doesn't seem to keen on the whole human interaction thing. And I'm not sure what to think about the bunny. He's only 8 weeks old; do baby bunnies play? He seems to be enjoying running frantically around my apartment. He also seems to enjoy that place behind my TV stand that he got into last night, because ever since I blocked the whole area off (hello, wires for him to electrocute himself on), he's more determined then ever to get back there.
The highlight of today has definitely been earlier, when he ran, gave a little jump, then landed on his back legs and did what I'm certain was his imitation of Mario's Super Jump. Now if he could figure out how to get himself back into his box as easily as he figured out how to escape, we'd be in business.
