My new roommate's name is Helen. She's named for Helen of Troy. Would you like to see a picture? Here she is, looking all pissed:
Helen is my cat! She rocks! Yay!
When I moved here a couple years ago, for various reasons I was not able to bring my cats. KeeperParents were kindly serving as foster parents, but then KeeperSister moved back home to go to school and brought her three cats, and then, because she is studying to be a vet, took in a stray and (of course) pregnant cat. The KeeperHousehold was getting pretty feline-heavy. So KeeperMom called me up and informed me that the following Saturday I was to start driving toward the West, and she and KeeperDad would start driving toward the East, and as we passed on the highway, they would pass me Helen through the car window*.
Break for another picture:
So, that's what I did. The Twiz offered to come along, either because she is CRAZY or because I promised to buy her dinner. Little did she know that the dinner would come from a drive-thru and would be eaten in the KeeperJeep, because you can't stop and have a nice sit down meal with a really pissed-off cat in the car. Hi, Twiz! Hope you enjoyed that Bacon-Mushroom Melt!
We all recovered from the car trip, and now one of my cats actually lives with me again. We are adjusting well. She likes Chipotle as much as me!
She's considering starting her own blog:
She REALLY likes looking out my bedroom window, although one time another cat came up to the window from the outside and scared her so bad she peed on the window sill. (Don't tell her I said that or she'll kill me in my sleep.)
She also likes to watch the birds through the patio door. She makes this little chirping sound that charms me, but probably means something evil in cat-talk:
I also enjoy quoting to her from The Iliad. "Is this the face that launched a thousand ships/and burned the topless towers of Ilium?/Sweet, Helen/Make me immortal with a kiss!" She's usually not too impressed.
Right now she is laying on a pile of my dirty clothes, so I know you DON'T want to see a picture of that. So instead, I'll end with one of her glaring at me while I try to watch TV:
I have my cat back! HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW?
*For the record, we did not pass her through a car window, but actually stopped in the parking lot of a random strip mall.
