Dorian had a cat in middle school, an eightish year old male cat named Akhim.
Well, the cat is still alive (he's around twenty now), and we brought him home from Dorian's grandmother's house today. He's very, very sweet, and Dorian's been extremely happy since Akhim entered our apartment. The cat's not too unhappy, either, he was walking around and greeting people within half an hour of entering. No yowling, no spraying, no problems at all. In fact, he very readily claimed the comfiest piece of furniture as his own.
So now there's an actual Senatorial Kitten. Sort of. As much as a geriatric, sleeping cat can be called a "kitten."
Photo courtesy our flatmate Matt.
But did I mention I'm allergic to cats?
So last night, at his grandmother's, as I was coughing, and Dorian was stoned on Benadryl (he's allergic to her feather pillows), Dorian suggested, in earnest, a solution to my post-nasal drip:
"We're gonna fill your lower sinuses with sand!"
My response to this idea was less than enthusiastic, as you can imagine.
This afternoon, as we were driving back home and passing through Waupaca, Akhim was meowing anxiously in the back of the car. Dorian's response:
Dorian: "It's okay, Akhim."
Akhim: (Meows plaintively)
Dorian: "I know, I know you don't like Waupaca."
Akhim: (Meows again)
Dorian: "It's okay, I know you don't like it. Don't be too hard on them because their softball team sucks."
Me, driving: "What the hell?"
I suggested putting that exchange on the blog. Dorian said he'd worry about angry emails from the entire population of Waupaca, Wisconsin.
Me: "Sweetie, were you serious about me not putting your disparagement of the Waupaca softball team up on Senatorial Kittens?"
Dorian: "Do whatever you want. They can fuckin' bring it."