Sunday, July 27, 2008

She pads, paws... pads, paws and claws

Everyone likes a cute kitten, right? Well, here's one for you:


This is No Name Kitten. She is roughly 4-5 weeks old, and was born on a farm, and then apparently fell on her head. She is, as Mrs. TK artfully put it, "Dain Bramaged." So much so that when I first met her, she couldn't see, couldn't walk, couldn't do much of anything except lie there and cry and twitch. So, of course, she is temporarily staying with us while she rehabilitates. It's actually been pretty cool, watching her re-learn everything from eating to seeing to walking. After a couple of days, she could move around, but her wiring was clearly faulty. She would try to walk, and her back legs would kick up over her head and she'd basically accidentally somersault. It was simultaneously sad and hilarious.

Fortunately, the dogs seem to like her. Here she is hiding:


She's much better now, she can walk/stumble without somersaulting, and while she still runs into things pretty regularly, she doesn't fall down nearly as much. She is No Name Kitten because I believe that as soon as you name an animal, you are tempted to keep it, and I can't take on another member to the pack. So No Name Kitten will, after a few more days, have to find someone else to take care of her. It shouldn't be hard, since a) she won't be retarded for much longer and b) she's fucking adorable.

But until then:


She should be fine. Also, she should be plenty clean since Audrey the Beagle enjoys constantly licking her.

Couple more notes on the weekend:

We went shopping on Saturday and when we got back on the highway, got caught up in a horrendous traffic snare. Why? Because the highway was jammed up with people going to... a Kenny Chesney concert. Sigh. There are few things more upsetting that watching a bunch of New Englanders suddenly acting "country" because they're going to see some douchebag country singer. People in cowboy hats, plaid shirts with the sleeves ripped off - I wanted to kill everyone on the road. There was even a car with "Kenny Chesney #1 Fan!!" written in white on their rear window. Incidentally, that car was full of guys. Die, all of you. Please. Needless to say, Chesney does NOT belong here. Instead, I'd rather he was here.

But, as a neat little segue, last week I wrote a post on The Music is the Message about "screamy music." Over the weekend, I was looking up a bunch of the bands that people recommended in the comments section, including a band called Gallows, recommended by an anonymous reader. So I found and downloaded an album... and was sort of baffled. Well, come to find out there are two bands by that name. One, this band a British hardcore punk band that when I finally tracked them down, is actually fucking awesome (thanks, Anon!).



The other, the band I dl'd by accident, is this band, whose music was this sort of lazy, laid back hillbilly porch music that, to be honest, I really liked. I might even put them on the list. Clearly, based on the album art, they are totally dissimilar.


So, by happy accident, I discovered two new (and completely different) bands.

And that was my weekend. Kittens and music. Not bad.

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Listening to: Grizzly Bear - Marla

23 comments:

Boo said...

Aww! I love your wife!!

Those are the sweetest pictures ever, and I'm really tempted to do some LOLcat on that mother. But I won't. You might kick me out of the music club...

Maxine Dangerous said...

Keep the kitty!! :)

Girl With Curious Hair said...

That is the cutest kitty! If I were anywhere near you, I'd adopt her. But she does look like she fits in well with your current brood.

litelysalted said...

I think the dogs have already decided that she's one of them. You can intervene with nature, man.

Julie said...

Oh how I want that kitten, we could be retarded and clumsy together. Stupid allergies.

Kolby said...

Audrey will hate you forever if you take away her baby. Just sayin'.

Felicia said...

I love kittens!!!! It's one of the few things I love in this world. Once at my old job I was searching for pictures of kittens on my computer, just to make myself smile, when my boss came up behind me and pretended not to see what I was doing. It was both embarassing and hilarious.

Redhead said...

Girl with curious hair is right, everyone has bonded now - you can't do that to the doggies. Man up and keep the kitty tk, it's the right thing to do.

TK said...

Have you people forgotten that we have THREE cats already? I'm trying to get us to a "Two's" category. Only two cats and two dogs. I can't take on another cat unless two of the current ones die. DO YOU PEOPLE WANT THAT ON YOUR HEADS?

kelsi said...

is there an oblique ghostbusters reference there?

Manda said...

The kitten's name is Tart. I looked at her pictured and immediately thought Tart. Because I am insane.

Buddy, I am so not a dog person (They are smelly and slobbery.), but I love your dogs. Any dog that befriends a gimpy kitten is pants in my book.

A Bowl Of Stupid said...

Hey buddy,

I'll take her. We LOVE cats over here in Thailand ... just don't tell the missus, and we're in the clear.

P.S. Ironically, the random word verification for this comment is 'ikille' -- I shit you not.

Naomi said...

KEEP THE KITTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the DOGS love her!

And you're right. So friggin adorable.

Kolby said...

Sweet Abraham on a Segway, Tart is a great name for No Name Kitten. That's it, now you must keep her forever.

PaddyDog said...

Is it coincidence that Audrey's character in Breakfast at Tiffany's had a cat that had no name?

Tamatha said...

TK-
I'm sorry, but I'm with the folks who think you should keep the adorable kitten, now named Tart. I am sympathetic to your plight of being outnumbered, but look how frickin' cute she is! And the dogs clearly have adopted her. She's part of the pack now.

New Texan said...

How can you not keep that kitten?????????

Ranylt said...

Painfully adorable.

My random word verification says "iluvtrt". So do Audrey's eyes.

TK said...

Goddamn you people. I don't see anyone volunteering to drive their asses over here to pick her up and adopt her, do I?

New Texan said...

If I didn't live in Texas with a woman who hated cats, I'd take the kitten... but since I do, I think you have to keep her.

Shadows of Dakaron said...

Okay...Tart is the awesomest kitten ever. If my roommate already didn't hate my cat and my hellcat could get along with other animals...I would totally take her off you hands. Alas, it is not meant to be.

If it makes you feel better, four little cats to two big dogs sounds like it balances perfectly to me...

Girl With Curious Hair said...

I think it's wonderful that Manda named Tart. Congratulations!

Please continue to post cute pictures.

Heat said...

No kidding, I have a cat we call "No Name Kitty". Even the vet knows her as that. I rescued her from my downstairs neighbors after she went through much abuse and she is (again, no kidding) slightly brain damaged. I was bound and determined that damn cat was going to find a home far away from me and here I am, three years later, telling her what a good kitty she is, making her vet appts and scoopin' her poop.

Good for you for volunteering your time to help another nameless retarded cat...

:)