ebonlock | The key is to just keep breathing...

First and foremost, got some terrific news this morning. The credit card fraud that has hung like a dark cloud over my head for the past few weeks as been officially expunged from my credit reports. It was so nice to scan across the report and read "deleted". Back to perfect, 100%, so squeaky clean car dealers bow at my feet, credit. *happy sigh*

Now the downside. Brought the Siamese home last night and at first everything seemed ok. He's affectionate, sweet, and definitely a lap slut when given half a chance. He's also tiny, just over 7 pounds and all skin and bones. Many "snowshoe" Siamese actually look more like regular short-hairs (with which they're bred), but he's pretty much all Siamese with white toes and a white splotch on his nose. In the sun you can actually see some orange in his tail and a little tabby striping. He's got the angular, high cheekboned face and huge, beautiful blue eyes of the breed, and when petted his tail wags just like a puppy's. It's adorable. The bad news is he wants outside very badly. He climbed the screen door twice and would have a third time if we hadn't shut the glass (he found that out the hard way). I took him into my room hoping he'd lay down and sleep, but instead he flipped out and threw himself at the window repeatedly. Finally I had to give in and move him to my bathroom (once all the breakables were removed) and pen him up in there with litterbox, food and water.

Despite cat-proofing it he still made a huge mess. Half his litter was out on the floor this morning, and the bathtub... Ok, so I left the weatherproofing plastic up on my bathroom window because I never open it anyway and being lazy I figured it'd save me a task this fall. Well the plastic is now in shreds all over my tub. In order to get to the window he had to leap from the toilet to the top of the shower stall door, and then over to the very narrow window sill. This will show you what a leaper he is.

Fortunately the window isn't clear so he might know on some level that it was a means of escape, but at least he wasn't egged on by seeing the outside. This morning he stayed curled up under the sink for a while as I cleaned up the mess. Aelf came in and we coaxed him out for pets. Unfortunately that seemed to get him all excited again and he started leaping around the room again until I ignored him and got ready for work. As I was putting on makeup he laid down on my foot and purred, and my frustration level dropped. How can I be annoyed at a creature that doesn't really mean any harm and desperately wants to bond with a human?

So, I've done some reading this morning and talked to a coworker who rescues all kinds of animals herself and have worked up a gameplan. Small space confinement for now, he'll be allowed back out in the regular house only with supervision and when he's calmer. Lots of human contact (or at least as much as possible), maybe some toys, etc. I've talked to the woman who trapped him and we'll make his picture available for adoption, if someone responds immediately who can spend more time and energy with him than I can, so be it, if not, then I think about maybe a kennel cage for him while we're away, and a cat tree while we're at home. I think he'd love one of those multi-tiered things he could jump up and hide on. We shall see.

So this weekend I focus on kitty, next week dance becomes a priority again. Went through the numbers last night and I was sloppy as hell, not practicing nearly enough right now. That must change.