One of my favorite lines from that movie is Mathew Modine telling Nicholas Cage that breasts are nothing more than overly swollen glands…that’s what I am, you know, nothing more than a walking swollen gland for my kitty…and she loves me/them so much!
So this morning, desperate for sleep and to no longer be attacked every time I sit down, I actually bought feral kitten girl a baby pacifier. Hell, if she wants to suckle for the rest of her life, that’s okay, as long as it’s NOT ON ME! She knew exactly what I meant by it, and immediately rejected it, started screaming, and attacked my ear with more ferocity than ever before. Gnaw. purr. gnaw. purr. suck suck suck…
So I went back to the supermarket and purchased some finer grain clumping cat litter, hoping that will help with the peeing problem. I also got a couple liters of vinegar to erase her deeds (couldn’t find baking soda anywhere) and then stopped at another pet store and bought a kitty baby feeding bottle.
Afterward, I stopped and got sollentang at the place I always go to and the owner was watching a documentary with her mom. Mom must have a hearing problem, because she was always recapping what was going on for her. It was about an adoptee who was back in Korea with her white husband and halfie child. I asked her to confirm if that was an ibyeonga and I explained I was also ibyeonga, and that oh so familiar cloud crossed her face. And then she started explaining in rapid Korean all about the show and I had to tell her I didn’t understand. I did get that she had 8 siblings, though. There are so many adoptees returning here, and so many of them I’ve never met through TRACK. Imagine – not everyone contacts adoptee activists! Anyway, this documentary seemed really nice. Not a lot of tears and drama, and lots of scenes of the family trying to help her out. The adoptee was really pretty and had a gorgeous boy. Shows like this will help Korea accept adoptees just as much, if not more, than all the exploitation search shows and just as much as condemning documentaries do.
When I got home, I filled the bottle about 1/3 with water and put it in front of miss feral kitty’s face. She KNEW what I was doing, gnawed on it, turned her face away, made a bee-line scramble for my ear and started SCREAMING in my ear canal, chomping away. I’d pull her away and introduce the baby bottle and she’d just make a mad scramble back to my ear, screaming: gnaw. purr. suck suck suck. purr. I just started cracking up. I can’t stop cracking up! I have a permanent kitten-shaped earring hanging off of my head, and angry red earlobes. I think I just have to stand all the time…
She’s been screaming ever since. And I don’t think she likes the new litter. I forgot to save one of her presents, so I’m going to walk to the garbage dump area now to retrieve some and personalize the new litter.
Only 18 more years of this to go. HA Ha ha ha ha!!!! Who’s the master, huh?