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Jan. 23rd, 2007 12:31 pmWe had the first official meeting of Quidditch club last night. And I abandoned my Hufflepuffs, sitting elsewhere.
I did have a good reason, though. When people were coming in to the room, a kitten snuck in as well. And, being surrounded by a large amount of excited college students, he promptly freaked. Some of the exec board members ended up catching him, and I appointed myself as kitten-calmer for the meeting. Which meant I moved to the back of the room and cuddled him throughout the meeting.
He almost reminded me of a gray version of Shroedinger, when she first came to my family. Very similar body shape, and very affectionate. After a few minutes of calming him down, he snuggled up in my lap and fell asleep. He woke up whenever the noise level got to be too much, but then would promptly curl back up, stick his head into the crook of my elbow, and go back to sleep. Cue me melting into a little ball of "Aww, cute kitty" mush.
After the meeting, one of the girls who lives in North Hall volunteered to take him in until we can find out if he's got an owner. We're planning on putting something in acenotes and calling the local humane society, but if we don't find out anything within a reasonable period, our secretary, who has a nearby home with a barn, is going to take the kitty home, and we'll declare him the unofficial mascot of Quidditch club.
And of course, those of us who stayed after to figure out what to do with the cat had to come up with a suitable nickname for him. The one he responded best to was Mungo, for both St. Mungo's hospital, and Mungojerry, from the musical Cats.
But I got to hold the kitty throughout the meeting, so I'm very content. Cat withdrawl is a very hard thing to go through.
I did have a good reason, though. When people were coming in to the room, a kitten snuck in as well. And, being surrounded by a large amount of excited college students, he promptly freaked. Some of the exec board members ended up catching him, and I appointed myself as kitten-calmer for the meeting. Which meant I moved to the back of the room and cuddled him throughout the meeting.
He almost reminded me of a gray version of Shroedinger, when she first came to my family. Very similar body shape, and very affectionate. After a few minutes of calming him down, he snuggled up in my lap and fell asleep. He woke up whenever the noise level got to be too much, but then would promptly curl back up, stick his head into the crook of my elbow, and go back to sleep. Cue me melting into a little ball of "Aww, cute kitty" mush.
After the meeting, one of the girls who lives in North Hall volunteered to take him in until we can find out if he's got an owner. We're planning on putting something in acenotes and calling the local humane society, but if we don't find out anything within a reasonable period, our secretary, who has a nearby home with a barn, is going to take the kitty home, and we'll declare him the unofficial mascot of Quidditch club.
And of course, those of us who stayed after to figure out what to do with the cat had to come up with a suitable nickname for him. The one he responded best to was Mungo, for both St. Mungo's hospital, and Mungojerry, from the musical Cats.
But I got to hold the kitty throughout the meeting, so I'm very content. Cat withdrawl is a very hard thing to go through.