Furry

Rose arrived home yesterday crying as if the adoption fair was the most traumatic experience of her life. According to the others though, she wasn't so bad...a little shy, but not too bad for her first day there. I got her another bag of chicken treats because of a strong suspicion that further approaches to the cat carrier will only be made under heavy bribery.

The fire alarm only chirped four times this morning, therefore allowing me to sleep almost undisturbed until eight and it felt like heaven. Okay, that was an obviously gross exaggeration, but after a few days of headache long hours of slept does feel rather wonderful.

Made brownies and cornbread yesterday. Oven possibly too hot for brownies and I don't think they're baked all the way through, but it still tastes so good--as in something that's over-saturated in chocolate good.

Rose says 'hi'. She's feeling clingy both literally and metaphorically this morning. A while ago she was in my lap, with her front paws on the desk in front of my laptop, between my arms and her head under my chin, watching me type. Then she fell asleep in my lap and then nearly fell off, which caused her to try to save herself by digging her claws into my leg which is very painful, by the way and I think Kate's right--Rose'll need another claw trim soon.

I'm not entirely sure what she's doing right now--I think she's trying to groom my jeans actually. Maybe she's mistaking it as an extension of her body because she'd shed all over it, so it's fur-covered anyway but the fuzziness!

[edit 10:36]
Rose's adoption bio is online! (And yep, she's a kisser, which is why I'll never buy her fish flavored treats because I've finally decided that rotting chicken is preferred over putrid tuna.)