Today I took Stardust to the vet and they poked needles in her, and now she's immune to rabies and feline distemper! And they told me she weighs exactly six pounds now. When I first got her, they told me she weighed exactly two pounds. I now have three times as much cat as I originally paid for!
My parents used to have a cat named Daisy who lived to be 16 years old and never weighed more than about six pounds (and was mistaken for a kitten even after she was long since full-grown). Stardust has now already established that she is not going to be a midget like Daisy when she finishes growing up. I'm going to have a fully cat-sized cat in a few more months!
I looked away when the vet stuck the needle in her, and the vet immediately said to me, "You don't like shots, do you?"
"No," I said.
"Yeah, some people don't," he said. As though the idea of not enjoying having needles poked through one's skin was a really strange quirk of a tiny minority of people. Though considering what a vast majority of people volunteer to get piercings and tattoos, I guess maybe it actually is.
I gave Stardust canned kitten food when we came back home, to make it up to her. She seems to consider this a fair exchange.
In unrelated news, caseybrienza recently posted a link to one creepy man's rant in the Daily Mail about the supposed evils of feminism, and . . . wow. The train wreck just gets worse and worse with each successive sentence he writes . . . every time you think he can't possibly get any creepier than he's already gotten, he manages it. And then at the end of the article, 76 people have left comments and practically all of them say that he didn't start coming across as creepy to them until right near the end of the article! These people desperately need their creepiness-detectors adjusted. I thought my creepiness-detector was bad, but mine functions way better than theirs do.