Sucker Punch

I know, I know. It's been a while. But I've been busy. And as the end of the month nears, stress levels rise for me...not to mention we've been a veritable hotel around here with friends and family in and out all month (which we loved, but it makes for little time for blogging).

First things first, and please ignore the mess.

Guest room/library...still not finished

My office/craft room. The closet is full of my art supplies and to the left is my sewing machine.

Guest bathroom

Master bathroom, sorry, not pics of the walk-in closet. But there's a jack and jill sink as well (two).

Stairwell

View of living room from stairs. There's a fireplace on the right.

Kitchen from stairs.

Fireplace

My giant kitchen! Again, excuse the mess, it's a weekday!

Master bedroom

More master bedroom

What's that you say? A cat? No, surely you're mistaken. That's not a cat in those pictures.

Oh wait, maybe it is.

Meet Maddie.

 She's 3 years old, fully fixed, microchipped and freakin' adorable.

She sings to herself in the middle of the night in our bathroom. We think she likes the acoustics. Luckily, her meowing in the middle of the night is still adorable. Give it a week.

She's a super snuggler. Last night I dreamed I couldn't breathe, and woke up with her being very close: sleeping on my chest. She luuuuurves everything, and is quite the talker.

Oddly, she hates the camera. I had to take about a hundred pics to get one that wasn't blurry. She loves the attention, but not the clicking noise! She is our precious girl. Even boyfriend is a sucker. He picked her out, after all.

We went to just "look." He was in the doghouse, which is pretty much the only reason he agreed. I was confident that I could just look at the time, as the kitties we met initially, while precious, I felt no great attachment to. Then boyfriend found Maddie in the corner, purring away and doing "cute kitty tricks" and he was suckered. I picked her up and all she wanted to do was snuggle.

Now that she's warmed up to us, she's a great deal more independent and has a feisty streak (she spent a lot of time attacking our feet last night), but her number one priority is to still be in our laps whether we want it or not, and to be loved, adored, and the center of our attention every possible minute.

Goal number two is finding the most bizarre hidey holes.

Her first night here we went out to dinner and came back to find her chilling in her litter box. Now that she's used it for its purpose, she curls up under the sink next to it. Her other favorite place is in our closet under boyfriend's hanging shelves. There's a little nook there that she's a fan of.

But her most hilarious attribute is something boyfriend and I have dubbed her "sucker punch." She is quite determined in her quest for attention, and is a big fan of headbutts. She's almost taken out my teeth a couple times by leaping into my lap while I was taking a drink of something and head-butting my cup. That's not the sucker punch though.

The sucker punch is what she does in the middle of the night when you twitch just enough that she thinks you're awake. She head butts your face. Hard. At two a.m. it feels like someone's sucker punched you.

It's adorable.

Really.

Luckily she so damned cute.

Another funny story about our girlie is when we were bringing her home. The shelter ladies put her in her carry box about ten minutes before we were taking off, to give her time to settle a little before we picked it up and carted her off. Five minutes in the box and she had already busted a paw all the way to her shoulder through this tiny slit in the side of the box. We laughed, because she'd reach it out and swat any of the other kitties who were passing by.

"These boxes are supposed to be indestructible!" one of the shelter caretakers laughed. "Don't worry, she can't get out."

As we pulled into the parking lot of PetCo to supply our new lady with the critical items she needed, we heard a pop in the back seat. Little miss had busted her whole head and part of her shoulders through that tiny slit.

We briefly considered super-heroine names before concluding that there really weren't any good ones.

Boyfriend kept going to check on her to make sure she hadn't Houdini'd the rest of the way out of the box while we were in the store (and don't worry, we were responsible parents and cracked the windows and parked in the shade and were in the store for all of 15 minutes). Luckily, once she had reached a semblance of freedom, she was pretty content to stay in the box.

Anyways, I gotta go get ready for work now.

Ciao,
kc