The Storm is Coming

Sandy is on her way.

If you live in Toronto, this means some garbage cans are definitely going to get blown over and umbrella sales are going to skyrocket.  If you are me, this means catching up on laundry (so all of my sweatpants are clean) and making sure all of my favourite TV shows are queued up.  

It also means that I am cooped up inside, forced to study, and therefore driven to the height of my procrastination tactics: Kitten blogging. 

In summary: Kitten is still alive.  His is still a cat.  He is still angry.

His fur has also grown in quite a bit.  

He went from this:

To this (I call it, "Angry Mangy Lamb"):

And is now close to full fur capacity.

Unfortunately, long fur means Kitten needs to be brushed regularly to prevent him from becoming a matted monster.  

Exhibit A:

I will be honest; I hate brushing Kitten and I will put it off as long as possible.  He is mean and he is strong and he has no reservations about clawing and biting my arms to a pulp. 

This is how I usually attempt to brush Kitten:

Luckily, I have a friend who is willing to look past all of this for the betterment of Kitten's hygiene. 

Remember my Kitten-sitter, Elena?  

She is an absolute doll and helps me brush Kitten anytime she comes to visit.  I pin down his little cat arms and cat legs and she brushes his tangled coat like the future of humanity depends on it.  I'm not sure if she does this out of friendship, a feeling that she has some obligation to Kitten as a past-caregiver, or if she has a misguided (and likely unrequited) love for Kitten.  Regardless of her motive, I appreciate the help.

Thanks again Elena, for having the courage I do not. 

In other news, I picked up some cat-tunnel-ball-toy-contraption from the dollar store.  

Kitten liked it for about 30 seconds before he bored with it. 

At first he was all, "Mmmmm balls."

But then he was all, "Tunnel of balls, you are no fun."

I call this one "00-Kitten", because I am witty.

That's all the Kitten blogging I can muster for now.

Wherever you are, I hope the storm passes you safely and the only casualty you suffer is a cosy night in on the couch with a cup of hot tea or cocoa.  As a parting gift, here are some pictures of Kitten looking stoically out the window at the rain.