Couldn't find Atticus anywhere...

... until I looked in the only patch of sunshine left in the lounge room and found him inside the knitting basket...

Couch Cat

Atticus le Catticus

Atticus it is. Kitson sounded really silly to call out.

Atticus is proving to be quite a distraction - I have done NO school work all weekend, plus my sleep is very interrupted. He kneads my hair and neck and purrs for about 20 minutes before nodding off, then is wide awake at 6am playing with my hair again. I am trying to get him to stay out of my bed but he is a wriggly little thing who managed to weasel his way under the covers. A kitten nose in your belly button at 6am is a bit strange. Well, it's strange at any time of the day or night really...

Eagles of Death Metal

No, they don't play death metal. They play good old dirty rocknroll. They covered the Stones, they played that song that goes "here I am, stuck in the middle with you", the audience stomped on the ground to call for an encore, their lead singer is hot in a dirty old rocker kind of way, and the crowd was generally pretty cool. (Except for the girl in front of us who smoked throughout the entire show, despite people around her saying it was now illegal. She tossed her head and said that she was from Germany, and we were a bunch of tight wankers. Basically. Hmm.)

Kitten Name

I think I am leaning towards Kitson, after my favourite comedian Daniel Kitson... 

Both hilarious and slightly bumbling, plus I love the play on 'Kit'. 

I think he isn't perhaps refined enough to be Atticus, or cutesy enough to be called Frankie. 

Last night he was fascinated my the laptop, today he is doing battle with a bra on the floor (still a boobs man all the way).

He has also taken a liking to sitting on my bedside table under the lamp.

Still no name...

Sleepy Kitten

A new arrival... Meow!

Today I adopted an 8 week old male kitten from a shelter in Wallan.

He is currently scooting around the kitchen, chasing a ball, his own tail, looking out the window, making a bed in a washing basket... When I am able to get him to stop for a second, for a cuddle, he climbs up onto my shoulders, and happily settled onto my chest for a sleep just before.

He has very blue eyes, grey and white stripes, and white chest, feet and tummy.

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