Yesterday was almost a good night. Babysat Kia and her older brother Jacob, which was an easy job- watched disney and sang to kia when she whined and wouldn't sleep. Got paid $20 apiece for the two days, which was lovely.
Came home, went on the computer and talked to a Josh AND a Claire AND a Kat... got off an email to Lexi... then Chris walks in (he was spending the night in the trailer in the driveway) and goes, "Libby! We just found a cat on the road!"
I was thinking "My god, Chris just found roadkill" when Chris's friend walks in with this eight-to-ten week-old kitten that's a few shades oranger than butter and cuddly as hell. As clingy as Rudy-cat and Johnson were. Chris asked if he could keep the kitten int he trailer with him and received a simultaneous LisnLibby "NO!". Although the parents weren't home and the chances of keeping her were slim, the kitten was immediately christened Daemon in honour of Anne Bishop's Daemon Sadi and Phillip Pullman's Dæmons.
But wait! This is Libby's family, where communication has broken down to the point where the moment Libby's parents learned about the kitten her dad advocated drowning it. (so much for Coolest Member of the Household). Libby and I had already decided that we couldn't keep Daemon, and were going to look for its owner door-to-door in the morning or give it to the petshop. We left Daemon in the bathroom overnight and as we were going to bed we hear a door open and shut and Libby goes, "I bet that's Dad throwing the cat out."
It saddnened me less for the cat and more for Libby and Libby's parents, who seem to have trouble communicating on little things (kitten) and the big things (they think Libby's been pressured into sex on a few occasions, that she enjoys being around Devon, blah blah blah).
This is all the much harder to type when they're both walking past repeatedly.
Daemon was still there in the morning and after a huge fight over breakfast beginning with Libby going, "I think we'll just leave the kitten where Chris found her" her parents misunderstanding and culminating in her dad going, "YOU WILL LEAVE THAT KITTEN WHERE CHRIS FOUND HIM!" (trouble communicating little and big things, remember?) we took her tot he corner Chris found her, kissed Daemon goodbye, set her down, and walked away.
The kitten followed. LisnLibby had a marathon sprint for 300 metres to get rid of her.
We slept until noon, then got up and realized (to our horror) that we're becoming able to get motor licenses, hold jobs, apply for universities and all those things we're so unready to do. I realized I had to pack.
We realised that the LisnLibby summer is almost over.
I cut my nails. She watched Disney with Gillian. I folded up my fabric. She did Hayes's livejournal. We avoided life for a while.
Are you suitably entertained?