I'm aware that I'm turning into a crazy cat lady. I've only been around these two darlings for 11 days and already I talk about them all the time. It's bad enough when people talk about their babies non-stop, but at least with that I get why. They created the baby from nothing, from food they digested and cells their body donated. Sure, it was more of a passive creation, but still, it's cool and weird and life altering and what else will a new parent have to talk about?
But cats? That you bought or found or are temporarily caring for? It's just sad to yammer on about them.
"Look," dad said. "We've made a Halloween cat." Pickle sure did look like something you'd cut out of orange construction paper and magnet onto your fridge.
"Do not take that picture!" his glare said to me. "Do not take - she took the picture. I can't believe it! Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, post it on that stupid blog of yours!"
It's a good thing David and Kate are home now. I'm hopeful that I'll have more diverse selection of topics to write about. For now I need to say a private goodbye. Pickle, Other Cat, I will always cherish the short time we had together. Adieu.