|Pippin is crosseyed; she does look funny!|
Actually, they're not very distracting because they were feral and so aren't yet good with people. Pippin will usually hunch at the bottom of her kitten cage and stare wide-eyed at us, though she has reached the point of being prepared to sit up when we're around, but Ziggy spends all the time while we're around hiding under an old bit of carpet that came with them from the foster home. The carpet was put on top of a nice basket we got from them, and he's turned the carpet-topped basket into a hidey-hole, poor little chap. Hopefully he will come out and make friends at some point. They're lively when we're not around, however, and I was woken up by the sounds of romping and mewing this morning.
I miss our old cat terribly, we both do. She was so loving and friendly. In a way, the kittens' shyness just emphasises how lovely Boycie was. I am sure, though, that they will soon start to relax and feel more at home.
I'm also toying with giving up burlesque. The show had to be cancelled because the venue double-booked, and I'd put so much work into my routine and costume. I've had to move classes several times because people kept flaking out of other classes, and I'm now on my third class. My prosopagnosia makes it hard for me to remember people, and also hard to remember details about people, and I'm not sure I'm really up to learning a whole bunch of new names and faces. It's all now feeling disappointing, and I'm starting to realise what a ridiculous hobby it is for a middle-aged fat lady. I do love learning to dance, but... I dunno. It could be Mim negativity; I'm usually a massively positive person but every so often it all comes crashing down. So I don't want to rush into giving up classes just because I'm in one of my temporary downward blips. I'll see how I feel about it all in the new year...