Pictured above: One reason why it’s been a bit quiet round here lately.
This is The Dread Pirate Roberts, who we brought home on Thursday evening. Pi for short.
She is nine weeks old and she is the best cat.
So, all those plans I had to get books written and stuff this year? Might take a little longer now that every time I walk through the living room I end up having my finger nibbled for ten minutes or so.
She’s incredibly cute, and fantastically easy to look after. Way, way less maintenance than the in-laws’ dog across town – who, by the way, has visited a couple of times lately, and is no longer a tiny adorable puppy but has somehow become a massive galumphing wolfhound. (She has been growing, but it may partly be a matter of perspective.) And she’s fascinated by Pi and licks her face every chance she gets.
Not a great shot, but there’s a small cat somewhere under that dog.
By the time the kitten’s too big to hide under the sofa, she’ll probably be big enough that I won’t have to worry about her being crushed by indelicate enormous dog-paws.
There’s no conclusions here. No clever metaphors I’m drawing from this new addition to my life, or worthy musings about growing up and taking on responsibilities or any of that kind of thing. I’m just showing off pictures of my cat. Because that’s what the internet is for.
It’s not for porn. It’s for cats.