Baby bloopers

Something pretty darned disgusting happened to me today. And I've been feeling completely grossed out all day.

My roommate got a little kitten two weeks ago. Well, he's technically hers, but he's kind of adopted us. He's absolutely adorable, with a tiny pink nose and a little pink mouth. He has soft black fur, a strip of white down his chest and little white gloves and socks, that makes him look like a butler in a tailcoat. .

But the most adorable part is the way he falls asleep. One minute, he's completely hyper, running around, and the next thing you know, he's fallen over, asleep. Once he started walking somewhere, and fell asleep mid-stride! I suspect we've got a narcoleptic cat on our hands. And the way he sleeps. Sometimes, he sleeps on his stomach, absolutely flat, with his four paws spreadeagled in four different directions. Other times, he sleeps on his back, with his chest and belly up, looking remarkably like a human baby.

He loves being around people, and is constantly jumping onto our shoulders and laps, climbing up our legs, looking into our eyes and mewing softly. And biting everything, from fingers and toes, to earrings to watches.

He is absolutely irresistible, so, even though he had an "accident" - the big kind - on my roommate's rug, and a little one on my other roommate's bed, I haven't had the heart to shut him out of my room when he comes bounding up to me on his tiny legs every time I open the door.

This morning, I saw something dark-coloured in a corner of my room where the light didn't fall very well. I thought it was a piece of dark paper. I went to pick it up, and as my finger made contact with it, something unexpected happened. My fingers went right through it. Realising too late what it was, I withdrew my hand in horror, and rushed to the bathroom to scrub my hands clean over and over. Little Wednesday had done it again - the big job, in my room! I learned my lesson.

Cursing him, I cleaned up his mess, trying not to get sick and make a bigger mess of my own. I let him know in no uncertain terms that I was not very pleased with him, shut my door loudly when he tried to get in, and left the apartment.

The feeling on my fingers stayed with me, and everytime I ate, I was aware that the same fingers I was eating with had touched something else. But, when I came back home, he came running up to me again, and dashed into my room, as soon as I opened my door. What could I do? He's such a baby, and it breaks my heart to be mean to him. I let him in, promising myself that he could only be in the room when I was there with him. And my method of keeping him out of my room? Staying out of it myself! So, here I am, in the living room, with the door to my room shut tight. And the little guy's climbed onto my lap as I'm writing this, and squeezed himself into the tiny bit of space left by my laptop, and is chewing on my thumb - but only after I checked to make sure that he was clean, and that there were no unwanted substances on any part of his anatomy. I'm just hoping that there are no accidents now!

One thing I know - I'm going to adopt a child when he or she is at least three years old - so that these kind of mishaps don't happen. I can't deal with a kitten. A real baby that I have to clean up after is out of the question!