it's nice to be kneaded

10-17-99

Another day of not much. Went for a drive, played Scrabble. (John beat me by one point. 286-285. Heartbreaking. Vogues, deign, rye, unrest, rosin, jilt, yawp, and quim. Big loser: dad. I was trying to hold onto the letters that would make "quaver," and I spelled "dad" while I prayed for an R. I waited in vain.)

Watched Go. Nice nonlinear film for a Sunday afternoon. I almost couldn't take it after the first segment, but the rest of it was okay. Sort of.

Still haven't gotten the job yet. You know, the one I've already quit my current job for? How long is an appropriate time to wait after an interview before calling and asking what's up? I know after applying I wouldn't wait a week, if it was a job I wanted, but after an interview it seems like the ball's in his court.

There has to be a limit, though. My last day at work is Friday. I was planning to take up to a week between jobs. If I haven't heard from him by Thursday or Friday, I'll...call? Should I call? Or should I give up and find a different job?

The kitty situation is improving. Last night Julia and Fleck sat facing each other, about 6 inches apart, for 20 minutes or so. Today they took a short nap on the same chair at the same time. (The wonderful, magical S'mores chair.) Julia still won't sleep in the bed. I'm so depressed about that. I don't want her to think that this cute little fucker has taken her place in the bed.

She finally kneaded me again. She's always had this frantic desire to knead my breasts, which is quite annoying and often painful. When we brought Fleck home, she wouldn't come near me. Then she'd nuzzle my hand, but wouldn't touch any other part of me. Yesterday she sat on the couch next to me, but wouldn't get on my lap. Today I was watching the movie, lying on the couch, and I realized that the cat was on my chest and I hadn't even noticed her climb on. The kneading began. At first I was so happy she'd started again that I didn't care that she pummeled my breasts, but later on I had to redirect those sharp little paws just like always.

Fleck is starting to look a little healthier. He was pretty emaciated when we brought him home, and dirty. His pink nose was dirty, and when I tried to clean it off it turned out that there was a bloody scab on the tip of it. The cut has healed, and the cat looks less like a charity case and more like a happy adopted kitten. His eyes are absolutely demonic, though. They are dark olive green, and perfectly round. No kidding. I'm sure they'll shape up into normal-looking cat eyes when he gets a little older.