It’s been less than a week since I bought this damn camera and I’m already a proponent of the dorkiest Blogger With A Digital Camera cliche there is: excessive cat snapshots. Which is pretty alarming considering I don’t even have a cat.
Yeah, you know my neighbor’s kitten that made an audio guest appearance here? This is her:
She was in my hallway on Saturday morning. I mean I opened the front door to go downstairs and she tried to come in. My neighbor had gone out somewhere and evidently the kitten had slipped out into the stairwell.
What the hell was I going to do, just leave the thing out there?
I put a sign up on the lobby door downstairs (“FOUND: KITTEN”) and left my front door open so I could keep an eye on her. Then she came in.
Um, okay. Hi.
The kitten went into my bathroom, which I guess is a total theme park of weird hard-to-reach nooks and crannies. She got in my bathtub and then kept moving her crazy miniature head around so I couldn’t get a clear picture of her face.
Then she found some dental floss. That didn’t seem very sanitary, so I took it away. She was pissed, but shit happens when you go AWOL, cat.
I took about 900 more pictures of this thing. You don’t even want to know. Just now I had to stop myself from posting half of the shitty pictures where I only managed to get part of her ass or three of her legs in the frame because she was so damn kitten-ny and wriggly, and I was actually going to show them to you but …no.
I was a foster parent for less than an hour, because the kitten’s owner finally came home. My neighbor seems really very nice, so I’m trying to figure out how to tell her I’ve been exploiting her pet on the internet using all kinds of multimedia techniques. Should I leave her a note or something?
