Snicket

I've been meaning to post a blog about my cat for a while now, because I'm kind of lame like that. Truth be told, she's actually a pretty interesting, if fucked up, little critter. And since she's moving in with me in two days, I've been spending more time with her lately.

We got her when I was thirteen. After spending the day cruising the QC, looking for a pet store that had kittens, we overheard someone in a Petco parking lot asking a friend if they wanted a kitten. We stopped her and offered to take the last kitten off her hands. She told us it was a litter from her boss, and if she didn't get all of them homes, he would probably have them put to sleep. So, we ended up with Snicket! At the time, she was so small she could be wrapped completely in a dishrag, and since then, we've figured out she actually was taken from her mother too soon. This may account for her awkward, general rage.

Snicket slept in my bed at night, curled up against my neck (she was that small!) She was my cat from the get-go, just because I was the only one who really "got" all her weirdness. She's always been a little touchy, a little proud, and hasn't ever really like to show affection during the day . . . or anywhere other than the upstairs bathroom. Sometimes she has weird moods when she just wants to cuddle, but most of the time she's just really intense and kind of angry. When I'm away, she sleeps in boxes of my old clothes, and once even stopped cleaning herself, but when I'm home she pretty much ignores me until the sun goes down.

Oh, and I forgot. She's huge. Awkwardly huge. Her body is gigantic, but her head and legs are itty bitty. And we have no idea where the weight came from! Her metabolism is fucked up from not being weened from her mother properly, but she doesn't gorge herself or anything. For years she was svelt and sassy and so damn dignified. But then we got a third cat, and Snicket didn't like the whole idea. She disappeared into the attic, a self imposed exile, and when she came down a few months later, she had suddenly become morbidly obese. It was the weirdest thing. And just one more weird part of this damn cat's already bizarre life.

I'm still thinking about getting her a harness and a leash. . .