In addition to job hunting, writing my columns, avoiding our new Guard-Toad (seriously; he sits on the handle of our fence gate and keeps an eye on things) and my latest keep-myself-occupied project, I have also been cat-sitting for the past few days. I have seen only two out of the three of them, because the third is both epileptic and apparently very shy. As you can imagine, this is totally not a scary thought at all. No way. I am most definitely not worried about the third cat.
I've never had any pets, but I like cats. (My feelings about dogs can be summed up by
this. Sorry dog lovers.) What's great about cat-sitting is that you can just show up and hang out for a while with them, and they quietly appreciate the attention. I've been going over there to watch TV with them.
This one is Vache, which means "cow" in French. I hope this was on purpose. Vache is also one of the strangest cats I have ever encountered. His favorite toy is his fur brush, and he likes to walk directly into door frames and fall over. Nevertheless, he is the Cat In Charge. This is his favorite door frame. Sampson, pictured below, is very good despite looking perpetually sad. He likes to sit in this little cardboard magazine box. Zorra is the mysterious one, and therefore I do not have a picture of her.
You know how some people want to come off as normal? This lady was not very good at that. I should point out that I had not met her until a few days ago - she knows my dad, they're friends (this might explain a lot). Either way, she introduced herself with "Now, I'm not a cat lady, don't get me wrong, but THESE ARE MY BABIES." Yes ma'am. She also almost forgot to give me a key to her house; she had to go get a copy made and by 7:30 the night before her trip - wherein her plane was leaving at 8 AM for London - I still didn't have a key. Luckily she dropped one off that night. The crazy factor is definitely there, but the cats are definitely cute.
