Turns out Leilani was absent, due to being a fostered cat. Alas. rosefox
and I went anyhow (regyt
couldn't go, alas, due to a prior thing), and I instead saw and fell in hearts with Jasmine
I know what it says, I know what I
say, and I
win, so whatever. I'm set with Jasmine. Her current name is irrelevant. To wit:
X: *to @rosefox* I'm going to test something here. *to the cat* Rose!
K(itty): *cocks an ear back*
K: *looks at me*
K: *glances at R*
K: *goes toward R*
K: *glances at me*
(All in the calling-a-cat tone of voice, of course.)
So yeah. I could call her Princess Kitty Boo-Boo Fuck and she wouldn't notice, which is precisely as it should be.
She is sweet, playful, quiet (she didn't meow that I recall), generally calm about things (one can be both playful and calm), soft like soft things are soft, and she has this face, can I even explain, no I can't, because face
. And her eyes! And the way she rolled on the catnipped blanket so hard that she bonked her head into the cabinet! *straight face*
Rose had a good idea, of introducing (when we're at that phase) Jasmine to Java first, as Java (a) owns the house, (b) is the calmer of the two, and (c) can show Sam that it's all good and she can stand down. I'm predicting general confusion followed by mild hostility from Java, leading into a firm statement of dominance, winding up in a possible head-lickin'. From Sam, I'm predicting protracted ignorance of the situation, until she finally realises that that smell means there's Another Cat. At which point she will poof, hiss, run far far away, pee on everything
not unlike a garden-hose sprinkler, and possibly curse our grandchildren.
I'm nervous that I won't be a good cat owner, because I'm somehow not the best, most phlegmatic, most calm and caring and peaceful kitty-person in the world, which is of course the Platonic ideal, X get off the ledge now please thank you. But still! I am not the most perfect person, I have erred with cats (like when I misjudged the distance between Sam and a light fixture), and this means I should never have cats, right?
This means I should lightbox, right?
One cat was super-lovey but we didn't "click", and I felt so guilty
. I could love that cat! I could be that person so that that cat could be loved!! Aaaaa! Or the adolescent boy cat, or the mama cat and her kittens, oh my god, how morally deficient am I that I have not made life choices such that I can adopt all the cats?! (Actually, one future-me is totally all about adopting FeLV+/FIV+ cats, because not enough people can or want to. I should make more life choices to get me there. *cough*)
The to-do list right now is to make my room more cat-friendly, immediately. This means swapping sheets out, sweeping, setting up a good place for food/water, moving the cat tree dealio, moving the litter box in, and putting another lamp down where there's the kitteh. Also maybe putting something in the closet for her to sleep on, as it's a nice dark corner where she can hide. I don't predict her hiding a lot, to be honest, but I want her to feel like this is her space.