The real Francois!

I have been pretty preoccupied…..

…this is why!

I now have a real Francois in my life. All of my Francois needs have been fulfilled. I brouught him home Monday night. He is adorable, and has huge ears which I love. I don’t know if he will grown into them, but either way, he will still be cute. I have been calling him Franci for short. (pronounced like Franky) He is a goofy cat, and his back legs are too long for him right now, and his back paws are huge too, they look like flippers. I don’t think he has figured out how to make them work for him yet, he tends to run sideways and is pretty clumsy. For a kitten, he is laid back and sweet. He dosen’t mind being held, and purrs constantly. To be honest, I don’t think he knows any better. He is smart though, and that worries me a bit because he knows how to escape from just about anyywhere. So far, Scrappy dosen’t want much to do with him, and I really feel guilty about that. He seems to be adjusting more each day, but I still feel bad for it. I have been trying to give Scrappy some extra attention and love becuase he deserves it. Bringing Francois home with me was a spur of the moment thing, but I’m glad I did. I love him so much already, and he has only been with me for a few days.

…see what I’m saying about them ears? Haha. Ithas been hard getting a good picture of him because he is very nosey and curious about the camera.

..flipper foot in a rare moment of rest. His tail is rather long as well, even he hasn’t figured out what it is, there for, it has become a thing to chase.

..practicing his "Scrappy face"

Forgive me, I am still in the ‘Im so very amused by my new cool kitty’ phase.

He went MIA for almost a good four hours thanksgiving evening. Long story short, I thought for sure I had lost my new guy for good and had a melt down..I think it was a combination of both the day itself, and assuming I lost Franci! Thankfully he showed up, and I was very relieved. Because of that incident, I went out yesterday and got him a collar and tag. I put it on him and he had no clue what to do about it. He tried to hop his way outt of it, needless to say, it did not work, but it was oh so amusing!

I got Scrappy a christmas sweater for my own amusment as well..and needless to say, he was not thrilled. He was ashamed infact, but I enjoyed it!

…Im sure he is saying "fml…you asshole" He didn’t want to look at me. Nor did he know what to do about the sweater, he stretched himself out really long when he walked. Poor cat, he puts up with a lot. He really is a good boy. The good thing is, is that I did this before I brought Franci home. Im not that awful.

Ha. Damn cats.

Anyway…well, thats about it really.

Oh…I went out to Nola again on Wednesday night. It was dubstep night. It was fun. It really got my creative juices going and it made me want to make some art. So I did just that, I went back to my car, grabbed my stuff and sat in the corner and sort of lost myself in it despite the large crown and loud music. I was in my own world for a good while until some dipshit spilled beer all over my drawings and other stuff, and my friends stuff as well. in the moment, it really pissed me off, and then to make matters worse, the guy came over and told me to watch his other beer while he went to the bathroom…he had the damn nerve!! I get that he was really wasted, and he really had no clue what he was doing, but I told him it wasn’t my problem. He left it next to me anyway, then came back and sat down next to me…I was still pissed off and I told him to go away, but he just kept getting closer to me when I tried to get away. Well…this pissed me off even more..it takes a lot to make me mad, yet alone this mad. I never yell or shout at people, thats just not something I do. I don’t like to do it, nor do I ever really want to yell at someone. I don’t like conflict. He just wasn’t getting it, and then he tried to say he knew the girl over there, and over there meant the chair across from me, and there was nobody sitting there, and tried telling me everything was okay. Then I lost it and began I to tell him off, I was extremely close to putting my hands on him to shove him away. He was a lot bigger than me, but I would have done it. I have never wanted to hurt anybody ever, so this was a side of me I didn’t know I was capable off. Luckily there was another girl there to help me out, and after I told him to fuck off several times, he left. Then the other girl spit in his other beer, and I approved of it. she was cool. Then my friend found me…she was dancing…and then I told her what had happened, and I told her how pissed off I was at the moment, but then she asked if I wanted to dance, so I said yeah…I need ot dance this off. haha, but it was great because a few minutes later I was pretty content and having a good time. We met some cool people..it was a huge hippie-ish crowd, which meant good things! We were all just dancing as one, expressing ourselves together. It really was theraputic. The music was fantastic!

My point of this is that I am actually pretty proud of myself for allowing myself ot express anger. I never do, and growing up, it was something my sisters and I were really allowed to express. I think its good to express anger from time to time, if only to let it out of your system. Its a natural feeling, and if it gets all piled up inside, its never good. I’m also glad I found a way to express it then release it. I don’t know if its something that will happen again, but now I know I am capable of handling it.

Okay, I think thats it  for now.

Im babysitting, but all I want to do is go home to cuddle with kitty. I promise…I am not turning into crazy cat lady!