on friday, after my secret santa*, there was this little thing called a winter festival at work, where in they sell voodoo raffle tickets and i try fruitlessly to win things like ipods and stila cosmetics and tickets to laphil. i did however, bring home a cat.
me: hi [petname redacted because i desire to return home this evening]. i love you. how are you feeling?
Boy: fine... what do you want?
me: a cat? can i have a cat?
me: he's really really cute and sweet and-
and behold the results of this conversation:
so! presenting, in his internets debut, the second incredibly handsome redhead sleeping in my bed...
i have used some of my incredibly futuristic software to once again give you a more accurate depiction of his inordinate amount of appeal. please use these two photographs as teaching aides; you should become fully acquainted with boon's face as he will soon rule us all.
he likes to spend a lot of time hiding here, but i believe that eventually, by which i mean "when the tree gets tossed out on its ass," he will come out more fully.
pickles and boon have taken to circling around one another slowly, like they're each just waiting for the other to shout, "draw!" and then they'll pull out their colts and change their names to earp. i believe that they will eventually be friends, by which i mean "when boon becomes familiar enough with the territory to beat pickles into submission."
pickles has also been engaging in some retaliatory snuggling, trying to get as much attention/affection/lap time as possible, which is really enjoyable. i love having a 65 pound labrador sit on me. it's fun.
Boy and boon have reached a mutual agreement, the details of which are shady at best, but i'm pretty sure the main points are that they will both love me and have red hair.
and the origin of boon's name? in norwegian folklore (i am the biggest nerd EVER) a guardian spirit called the fylgja protects children from bad dreams. brian froud drew this creature and it has long been a favorite painting of mine. as a frequent nightmare sufferer, i like this idea, as i'm hoping the cat will save me from the nazis.
also, i'm a heavy drinker and i like apple wine.
and a theme song to take us out... cue the tabernacle choir.
who's the orange feline type
that's a love machine worth all the hype?
ya damn right!
who is the one that would lick the neck
of his brother and sister?
can you dig it?
who's the cat that won't cop out
when there's danger all about?
they say this cat boon is a bad mother
shut your mouth!
i'm talkin' 'bout boon.
then we can dig it!
he's a complicated kittie
but no one understands him but his woman
*i got a purse.