She is my baby kitten. Well, she isn't a baby anymore; she turned two last October. If I had photos of her birthday celebrations I would show you, but I will remember to take some this year and you can have a look and fall in love with her, just like I did.
I figured it was time that you all met her, seeing as she is such a big part of my life. And also, because she is absolutely adorable and I would spend every second of the day cuddling her if she liked cuddles. Unfortunately, this is one little kitty that doesn't like cuddling very much, which makes me a bit upset. I met Billie on November the 11th 2010.
It was a warm, spring Tuesday. Cloudy. I was at uni, on the way to my final exam for one of my media subjects. An awfully boring subject as well - Theories of Writing for the Media. A friend and I were walking to the exam room, our heads crammed with post-colonialist theorists and liberal humanism ideas and ecocriticisms, and Foucalt and Bhaba, Glotfelty and Jonathan Bate.
At the time, the old library was being renovated so it was a construction site. Some builders were standing around, and as we tried to remember who Rueckert was, we saw her.
A tiny little kitten clutched in one of the builder's hands.
She was so small, all you could see were her eyes behind his fingers. They had found her inside the library and had no idea what to do with her. They were going to release her into the wild! (at this point, we didn't know that she was a girl - so Billie could have been Billy, and I remember calling the little kitty a "he" for a while)
The exam started in five minutes. I said, "I'll take her!"And picked up the tiny furball, her heart thumping against my pinky, and walked into the exam room. How could I not? She was so, so beautiful. And I didn't have a choice, really. How could I leave her in the wild of Macquarie University, where big tractors were beep-beeping, backing into tight spots, where builders were unloading bricks, and big, metal fences being put up? I took her/him into my exam, bundled my cardigan into a cushion, and she fell asleep as I wrote about Marxism and feminism, and made up stuff about Rueckert. The examiner said, "Of all days!" when he saw, but then just patted her and went on with the exam. I got a distinction for that subject, so she was a good luck kitty.
Anyway, ever since that day, I've had this beautiful little kitten. She was so small that she could sit on my iPhone, and she fell asleep on a CD case! I love her so much, sorry for being a crazy cat lady, but come on.
Look at this adorable face (:
(yes, she's in a hat!)