The Champagney-est First World Problem Ever

You remember Polly, right?

who can forget polly? look at that schmoopie face!

Seriously - a sweet, sweet cat. Especially appreciate her snuggly and loving personality given that I chose her in the worst way possible - (shelter friends, LOOK AWAY I'M HIDEOUS) - I picked her out of a photo. I saw a calico kitten on Happy Paws Kitten Rescue's website and the phone was in my hands before you could say boo to a ghost. Calicos are notoriously nutty and remember the first night we had her being slightly nervous and a bit scared, because I was the proud new owner of a teenie tiny cat about 20 minutes after meeting her for the first time.

But she's proved to be consistently loving and adorable. She went for her booster shots yesterday, and after three sticks with a needle to get blood, a boohiney shot full of medicine, and a mouthful of de-wormer, our vet commented that she was still purring and asked if she was always this playful and loving. Yes, she is.

What's the problem you say?

She was taken from her mother the day she was six weeks old and was in my house less than six hours later. Polly never was weaned from her mother, and I foolishly thought the worst part of that would be getting her acclimated to solid food immediately. Wrong. And when she fell into the habit of nursing on my neck and purring into my hair I thought it was absolutely adorable. So sweet.

Then she started doing it at night and waking both me and Tommy up. Combine that with that itty bitty kitten mouth turning rather rapidly into an itty bitty CAT mouth, and you have:



cat hickies. i can't make this stuff up people.

  

it seriously can get bad

 The first time I got visible hickies Tommy was out of town *nervously giggles, "the cat did it! I swear!"* and when it didn't stop, I sought the advice of cat-loving friends. Suggestions ranged from cat pacifier to cold water sprayed in her face. I didn't want to scare her, and still besides, it's really stinkin' sweet. So, this is the solution that is working (for now):

yup, i'm sleeping in a scarf

 Verily, it is the hottest summer on record, and I get to sleep in a scarf. Fortunately for my reputation as a lady (ahem) it foils her long enough for her to get bored trying to find a way through the scarf and leaves to go suck on Olive. Usually then I can take the scarf off for the night - she usually only tries once a night, anywhere from right when I go to sleep until about 4 AM.

She's a sweetie though, so I'm keeping her despite her vampiric ways. I ain't got nothing to complain about.

Off to go play with my kitties!