Letter Four

Dear Keru,

Thank goodness you had the sense not to come back to North Fork. I may be a tad touched in the head, for continuing to work here. Its eccentricities lend it character, but it almost isn't enough to put up with the grievances I accumulate for the place on a daily basis.

-----Some Time Later-------

I was a tad bit bitter earlier, as it was the beginning of my shift. I got off at 11 last night, and had to come back in at 7 AM. It was not pleasant.

Little UK is a seriously sweet kitten. On the floor, he's skittish and runs under the glass cabinet (where he's safe from Oreo's murderous wrath), but in your arms he's putty. He's so incredibly tolerant, and will let you do just about anything with him (touch his paws, play with his tell, roll him over and rub his tummy). So very much unlike Oreo.

Oreo is very upset at this new addition to our household. Cocoa (the older cat) doesn't put up with his nonsense, and Cricket is mostly 'HI CAT HI PLAY OH GOD YOU HIT ME WHYYYY PLAY HI CAT HI'
Oreo isn't very tolerant of Cricket either.

Last night, Oreo stalked into the living room, where I was sitting in one of the chairs with the kitten on my stomach. He was sleeping, I was half asleep, and he was sprawled out and happy. Oreo walks up until he's a foot and a half away, and he hisses, twice. Then he whips around and stalks off.  Cricket 'smiled' at him, wagged his tail. Oreo goes ROWWR and beats Cricket upside the head. BAP-BAP!

Cricket was so confused. Oreo growled and walked out of the living room, and then he lay down in a really weird spot, just so he could watch.

Bitter, bitter cat. He's always been an old fogey, though. Silly Oreo.

UK may be dubbed Sora, at some point. Grandma didn't really object, and I don't want to run the risk of her using her suggested nickname of 'Ucky'. Sora certainly isn't British, or HP, but I enjoy it. Kris wouldn't allow me to name him Albus and have us all doomed for his straying to power hungry younger years, then developing into a kindly older cat in his old age.

Nor am I allowed to name him Neville. I wanted to name him Remus (a most ironic name for a cat) or Sirius, but I was denied. Kris acquiesced to Severus, but I don't see UK as a Sev. Maybe Sev, but not Severus.

I SHALL NAME HIM ADRIAN PUCEY.

God, no.

I hope things are going well, and that you're enjoying class. I must admit, it's tempting to send you this blog address, and let you read along. But that's not the point! This will be an interesting surprise (I hope) come December. Look! A Christmas present of 10,000k+ word count proportions!

Anyways. I'm happy to be signing off on a good note in this little letter. Yay for kittens!

I love you!
-Roo