Kitteh contest winners!

December 11, 2010 • 10:08 am

I’ll announce the three winners of the kitteh contest today: the first two runners-up this morning (they’re in no particular order), and then the grand prize winner this afternoon.  Winners: be sure to contact me via email to claim your prizes.

As I said, the celebrity judges had a hard time.  There were about 85 entries, many of them awesome.  Thanks to Miranda Hale, Russell Blackford, and Ophelia Benson for making the difficult choices.  I’ll be highlighting many of the other entries over the next few months.

The first runner-up (and by “first,” I mean “presented first”) is the combination of Doc Bill (human) and Kink (cat).  Remember that each entry comprised both a picture and a story.  Here’s Doc Bill’s:

My Best Friend

On the day I brought Kink home we stopped at the veterinarian’s office.  Poor little Kink, barely 4-months old, had been poked and prodded all morning long and now had to suffer one more indignity before going home.

Doc Geoff pronounced Kink a paragon of fitness.

Putting Kink back into his travel container I commented idly that I needed to swing by the grocery store to get a box.

Geoff looked at me over the tops of his bifocals and asked, “Why?”

“Well,” I replied somewhat uncomfortably, “don’t kittens live in boxes until they can, uh, get around?”

Geoff regarding me as if a Bocydium globulare had landed on his knee said, “I suppose.”

We made our farewells and, shortly, Kink and I were home.  Doc Geoff’s voice, however, was lodged in my skull, “I suppose.”  Over and over.

That afternoon Kink made himself quite at home eating cat food until he could hardly walk, running up and down the stairs and playing with all the cat toys.  He took a couple of cat naps but was ready for bedtime when we all turned in.

I walked into the bedroom with Kink and said, “You know, I think he’d feel more comfortable if he slept with us for a few nights.”  I placed Kink behind my knees where he purred himself to the Land of Nod.

Four years later he’s still there and I can’t imagine it being any other way with my best friend.  Thanks, Doc Geoff.

This is a picture of Kink on his first day in his new home:

23 thoughts on “Kitteh contest winners!

  1. Congratulations, Kink, on picking such a suitable slave! It’s especially important to go for the trainable ones, and it’s clear you got yourself a winner on that score.



  2. Aren’t you concerned for the other cats’ self-esteem? You should give everyone an award, so nobody feels left out!

  3. I can’t get to sleep without a cat curled up on my legs; 13 years now. Congrats to Kink & Doc Bill. I love how kink’s paw is over DB’s hand in the pic.

    1. If only my cat, Evil, would limit himself to curling up on my legs.

      This morning, because I ignored his persistent invitations to get out of bed at 5a this morning, he threaded himself through two pillows, crying piteously, to drape his entire body across my neck, shoulders and chest, from which position he purred and drooled until I could take it no longer.

      The drooling alone was enough to drive me out of bed.

      1. I have a drooler too. I thought maybe it was a medical problem. Glad to see our grand ruler has company in this regard.

  4. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

    Can we also enter Kink in the Widest Whisker Spread contest? (Once the ones on his right grow back, of course.)

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