More Memeage

You know that Batgirl même? With everyone drawing batgirl? Yeah?
Yeah. I couldn't resist, although it's not really my genre and I can't do women (... DRAW women! I mean DRAW women!) anyway. Still, it's a même. Must do. So there.

( Cut for the sake of people's FL, because I'm nice like that )

The même was found via elfy - thanks!

In completely unrelated but very happy news, Jörg's back home from the hospital! ^_________^

Before sunrise, she's your cat.

Yesterday morning, I actually rose at 10 am. Why? Not because I'm all duteous or anything. Eru, no. You know me better than that. I rose early because the kitten I mentioned a few days back was sending massive distress calls outside. Loud enough to wake me; loud enough to actually get me out of bed relatively early on a Sunday.

Apparently, our neighbours to whom Shakira belongs - if one can speak of belonging when talking about a cat - lock her out in the evening when they go to bed, then let her back in once they get up in the morning.
Now these nights in January are damn cold; we're to close to the main street and the city center for much wildlife beyond squirrels (too fast), sparrows (to wingy) and rats (too tall) that a young cat could hunt. And every body of water is frozen.
Which means that we had a young hungry cat in our garden, out in the somewhere-below-zero-ness for twelve hours, trying to drink from the frozen 'pond' in our garden. (I kid you not. She was sitting on the ice in an attempt to melt some of it. I have no other explanation why a young, intelligent, half-frozen cat should sit on the surface of a frozen pond that has no fish under the ice, and, for that matter, no water either.)

I went out to feed her (what else could I do?) and give her some cream, and she was shivering. As soon as she had finished eating and drinking, she began to run around wildly, twirling and rolling on the floor and snuggling against me.

Now I know that cats are animals of the wild, and can technically survive in the outdoors. But... ARGH.

This morning, she was there again - at eight. By now, she comes even onto our windowsill.

So I suppose we can safely say that we have half a cat now. A nightly, pre-sunrise cat.
And cat food is back on the grocery list.

And, because I can't resist, PICSPAM!

( Kitten! Click on the pic for a larger version, if you so desire. )

We'll see how long it takes until Mr Franke or our lovely landlord complain. Or the neighbours.