Yvette's Inner Geek Blog

This is my adorable little Phoebe, who's now about six months old. She's growing too big for the basket in this photo, but loves to sleep in it while I'm sitting at the computer. That is, of course, if she's not being an annoying little shit like right now and standing in front of my monitor... playing with a loose emery board, drinking from my water glass or pulling thumbtacks out of my newly hung corkboard.

I put a loose Spiderman 3 action figure in her bed one day and took a bunch of photos. He had been hanging from a plastic web that was suction-cupped to my filing cabinet. I left him on the desk because it was the lazy thing to do, and the next day, and the next, Phoebe wanted to play with him like she loves to play with her little colored toy mice (she's kind of racist... she prefers the blue, orange and pink mice to the black, white or rattly ones). I afeared she might damage Spidey, but was also incredibly amused. He's tucked away now until I put the camera on video or I desperately need her to get out of my hair.

She must have sensed that I was getting annoyed, because now she's tucked herself into bed again. How fucking adorable can you get. It makes me sick with love.

I didn't realize how much I could fall in love with this little kitten when I brought her home a few months ago. She squeaks, really, instead of meowing. She purrs almost any time I pick her up. She cuddles up with my bare ankles and my slippers every morning when I stand at the counter making coffee. She made fast friends with Loki, our middle-aged fatty, with whom she plays/plagues and who seems to enjoy the attention rather than be annoyed with it. She lies down next to him, literally right up against him, quite often. See the Lazr Kitteh photo below.

Of course Loki just lays on top of her to let her know that he's done playing. Our other cat Isis now tolerates Phoebe much better, and we've even caught her playing with her little nemesis a few times. Mostly Isis still looks with disdain upon us giving Phoebe attention. We try to hold Isis, but she still has all of her claws and has never been much of a snuggler unless she initiates the attention.

I'm blabbering on like a crazy cat lady. I don't have kids yet, so I guess all of that mothering love is being poured into my cats right now.  Look at these photos and tell me how I could not!