Friday, June 27, 2008

Capone

This is my new kitty, Capone.



Capone is a very rare male calico. Only 1 in 3000 calicoes are male, and it is due to a genetic anomaly known as Klinefelter's syndrome.

For a cat to be a calico, it takes two X genes, one carrying an orange characteristic and one carrying the non-orange characteristic (usually black). Since a cat needs the XX combination of genes to be calico, it means 99.99 percent of the calicoes out there are female, giving rise to the myth of "there's no such thing as a male calico," something my vet told us on our first visit. Boy, was she nonplussed when she realized Capone really was male. She said, in her 10 years as a vet, she had never actually seen a male calico!!!



These rare XXY male calico cats rarely live past the age of two, are usually sterile, and are prone to numerous genetic disorders. We got very lucky on this boy. He's 5 years old, which means no early death, he doesn't seem to have any cognitive disabilities, our confounded vet had to shave him to see his underdeveloped manhood, but it's there... barely.



The only problem he's having is some stomach ailments as we try to find food he can digest, and he is FAT. The last owner took him to the vet, worried about diabetes. He's on a special diet now, but the weight just isn't going off. It might be another genetic thing, we don't know.

He gets along great with Stetson and seems to be calming him down, or at least distracting him. He's got a wonderful playful side to him and really tears after his dangly play stick thing.



He's been declawed (poor kitty, don't ever do that to cats, people!) but he quickly realized he has the weight over Stetson. When they play together, he does this sumo wrestling pounce and floors Stetson right down. It's hilarious to see this pudgy cat do a smackdown on Stetson, who is longer and more muscular (not fat, but big) but not anywhere near Capone's whopping 24 pounds!!!

We found him on Craig's List. The last owner had to get rid of him due to a boyfriend with allergies, and being declawed, he can't be tossed outside. Poor guy, I say toss the boyfriend outside!!!

Anyway, she said his name was Chubbs (totally appropriate) but that before that, when she got him, his name had been Capone. She thought that was a terrible name for a cat. Matt and I looked at each other and nodded. Yep, that's the perfect name for our little pudge ball.



Plus, "Stetson and Capone" just sound good together.



One interesting thing to note: black cats are considered unlucky, and calico cats are considered lucky. So they balance each other, a sort of yin-yang thing. Of course, I think all cats are wonderful, no matter the color of their fur, and all cat owners are doubly lucky to take in such quixotic and lovable pets!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

After a Hiatus, My Mind is an Icy Pop

After a few months away from blogging, MySpace, emails, and the internet in general but for research (with no regrets or withdrawals, I might add), I've checked back in, mostly to see if anyone has messaged me and to hack away at my email account.

Update: we have a new cat, Capone, a MALE calico (very rare XXY chromosome). Our vet had actually never seen a male calico before and told us they almost never live past 2 years. Capone is a whopping 5 years, which means he managed not to get any of the weird genetic disorders male calicoes are prone to. His only problem is his weight. His last owner just fed him whenever the dish was empty, so he's 24 pounds now. The vet says we've got to get him down to 12-15 pounds. So the poor guy is on a special wet food diet and hates us for taking away his regular food. He and Stetson get along as well as two boys are expected to, which means one minute they're rolling around fighting, the next minute they're curled together licking each other.

Matt's folks will be up here for the 4th. That should be fun. We're getting ready for a concert on the night of the 4th. We're playing for the city's big fireworks show. Ooh, and I've got a solo. I'm the youngest trombonist and still the "new kid" in the group, but the guy who would usually play the part is going away for the 4th, so I get it, yippee!!! It's to "Good Ol' USA" which anyone from the Santa Ana Winds will remember. Thanks to the Winds, I know the solo quite well, thus I managed to shock those gray-beards... omg, a 20-something GIRL can play dixieland? LOL!!! They really are shocked I can play it, it's hilarious. I'm not telling them I played the part for 6 frickin' years.

I FINALLY got my trombone fixed from the crunch it received thanks to PDX. They got the bell straightened out and a tweak to the slide, and I went for the full sonic cleaning since the thing probably hasn't had a professional cleaning in 50 years. It's so lovely!!! Now I want to get all the little scratches and the lacquer problem taken care of. Next stim-bate check!

That's about all that's been happening. Wow, I live a boring life. Well, most of my time is eaten up writing, and I now do that solely on my laptop, and this old thing doesn't like looking up websites. It's an antique Powerbook G3, great for just using OpenOffice (I didn't like NeoOffice and don't even ASK why I would use something as asinine as M$Word because I will have to smack some sense into you) but if I try to get it to look up graphically intense websites or anything on YouTube, it just doesn't cut it. So I've learned there is more to life than wasting it on stupid video shorts and hours siphoned off my life updating MySpace. Text blogs like this are okay so far.

I'm in a "simplification" mood, making my life less stressful, less complicated, less time consuming... so I can spend more time writing. I'm done with Book One of my dragon story and flipped back to "Shadowstrider." I want to finish Book 7 before the end of the summer so I can get started on Book 8 and have that done by next year. Then a rewrite of Book 9 and, oh yeah baby, on to Book Ten AT LAST! When I'm done, a re-re-readthru of all ten books, and it's off to the publisher. I refuse to publish until I know for a fact I can finish all ten of these books before I die.

Do you hear someone whispering the words "obsession?" Maybe it's just the tangerine orangutans sucking on my icy pops again.