Phobos and Deimos refuse to leave the cage (it’s propped open so they can come out on their own time). They seem to be a little more feral than Epi, but they seem to have less issue with Morph too.
Momma Persephone. She’s a little hesitant but still pretty friendly.
Turns out what we thought was momma is actually a male. So, renaming him Hades.
Morpheus is the youngest of the new rescues, he’s probably a month or so younger than the gremlins.
This is Epiales (or McDick as Pam calls him). He is such a lovey little shit but he’s not too fond of his little brother.
Went to rescue a momma cat and 2 kittens today. Found the momma (named her Persephone) and 1 of the kittens (the male which @rustandglass named Morpheus), and then 3 older cats, closer to a year, from a previous litter named Epiales (or as my friend calls him McDick), Phobos and Deimos. Still gotta get the little girl kitten (her name will be Macaria). They’re all solid black cats so we got them pretty much right on time since black cats are not really safe to be outside in October.
For those keeping track, this puts me at 15, with a potential for 16 cats.
“I scared you. Admit it, admit it or I’m going to make you have an actual panic attack and we both know I can.”
Okay, I need to clean out the litterbox in the bathroom to get it ready for the rescues coming in a few hours, then taking a shower, and gonna /try/ to nap for a little bit.
She scrunched her nose. “It’s not love. It’s just a little crush. One that needs to be stopped before it turns into anything deeper.”
“It was a crush six years ago, infatuation four years ago and actual love for the last three. I might be dread, but I’m still Aphrodite’s son and I can promise you, Eros would back me on this,” he countered, a little amused by Casey’s ignorance of the situation.
“Well then maybe I’m in better company than I thought I was,” he answered with a laugh. If they were being honest, he was probably a low point in her life. That last time was probably just a step above rock bottom for her. He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Whoa, whoa. I ain’t tryin’ ta get outta anythin’. I wouldn’t want a trickster runnin’ ‘round without knowin’ how to use they’re powers anymore than you do. But I’m not askin’ ‘bout the kid right now, Lyri. I’m askin’ about you. Ya sure ya don’t need me? ‘cause I know ya got a better support system than Tru did, but I just wanna be sure.”
Her eyes rolled and, for a moment, she was terribly tempted to punch him. Not that she thought it would do a whole lot of good considering how he was. “You should still be around. I don’t know what to expect with this pregnancy and neither are the others. My genetic make up isn’t the same as Tru’s and that could make this complicated.” Or at the very least, make the kid a little more power charged than Lin was.
Me:I should go to bed…
Also me:We should watch Ella Enchanted
