kiiiiiikiiiiiiiii maaaooowwwww

Lolz @ Eloise18 - yes, I suppose I am a bit manic. And it's not poor commenting. ;) I wish the fish got bigger when you fed them...


@ Fat Bastard - It wasn't really preachy, but I still don't think you get the fact that an eating disorder isn't just going to go away. I do appreciate that you're trying to be helpful, but "rational" and "sensible" just aren't possibilities within the eating disordered mind. And I'm not sure it's something you can truly understand unless it's actually happening to you. 




Peri wanted kitties, so here goes.........


This is Callisto:

She's a midget - only 6 lbs. And she's 13 years old, so she's a an old woman now. I named her after the hot blonde that killed Xena. As you can see, Callisto likes to sleep.

She also spends several hours a day cleaning herself, which means she yaks up quite a lot of hairballs. 

She likes rolling around on the carpet, and she will present you with her belly if you go near her. However, if you actually stop to rub her belly, she will probably remove your hand.

Callisto demands obedience. She also demands somewhere warm where she can nap. That means that as soon as you sit down, no matter where you are in the house, you will have Callisto in your lap. And you must pet her and scratch her and make a fuss of her, or she WILL find another lap to sit on, and give you a look that says, "you are unnecessary."

This is Daisy:


She's technically Little Sis's cat, but she loves me more. Daisy is 8 years old, and weighs about 16 lbs. Yes, she's quite fat.








Daisy likes to eat and sleep.

She especially likes to sleep in my bed. And she will not move, even when I'm trying to make my bed. If I really piss her off by removing her from the bed, she'll wait until I've made the bed, and then go unmake it. 

Daisy takes a lot of abuse, because unlike Callisto, you can get rough with Daisy and she'll just lay there and purr (whereas Callisto would scratch your eyes out).

I censored out Little Sis's face, but this is the sort of thing Daisy is subjected to on a daily basis. 














Daisy's also kind of a weirdo. I'll come downstairs in the morning and find her doing the strangest things:

Yeah, she was just sitting there in the box, hangin' out.


So those are my kiiikiiis. I love them and cuddle them and spoil them rotten. :)