Breaking radio silence to bring you the following news:

[sessifet]

I really really want a kitten. Specifically, I really, really want a Maine Coon kitten. I've wanted one for years and I am sure that one day I will, in fact, be lucky enough to bring one home. So this is not like the uncertainty of ever owning a donkey or a flock of geese and ducks. That involves land and space and stuff like that.

So I can tell my brain that we do not have space for a donkey or an alpaca or ducks and it'll go away for a while. It is willing to be swayed by logic, because it is perfectly cognisant of the fact that, for example, an alpaca in our garden would drive the dogs next door insane and alpacas spitting on the neighbours' dogs would really only be funny the first time.

It is also willing to consider the fact that ducks and geese and other fowl are unlikely to happen here because there really is no space for them, unless we start cutting down trees, and azekeil will complain if I start suggesting that particular course of action.

It cannot, however, be logically convinced that we have no room for a third cat, nor time to raise a new kitten, nor money to realistically afford said specific breed of kitten. It also does not listen when I explain it would be incredibly unkind to Jazz to introduce a new fuzzbal to the household. It'd only gnaw on his ankles and would rapidly grow large enough to sit even on his head and fart without fear of reprisal. (Note that Loki is not mentioned here. This is because Loki will just do his own thing and seems to take most things in stride.) Plus, I am perfectly happy with the existing fuzzballs. They're not mine, but they graciously allow me to feed them and pet them and give them love and they will sleep on my pillow and my feet if I leave the door open. This is enough. I don't need a kitten.

Still, I really want one. But I can't right now. So instead, I shall snuggle the existing cats and make myself comfort food for dinner.

Lessons learnt today: If you can't have a Maine Coon kitten, make sausages and mash for dinner!

Comments

[arwen-lune.livejournal.com]

you should get a laminator..

[sessifet25.livejournal.com]

With the way my brain works, I'd probably end up with a bizarre and unsettling desire to laminate ALL THE CATS and that could only end badly.

[blaadyblah.livejournal.com]

There's not much that isn't improved by bangers and mash.

Missed you posting, glad you broke silence. If nothing else I now have the image of the dogs next door being very confused by spitting alpaca. ;)