Sitting at this desk, being productive…off and on

I hate how my brain functions most productively when I’m avoiding another more crucial task. Blah. I feel like my mind is a rebellious adolescent who refuses to clean her room and has just told me that she hates me after I scolded her for staying out too late last night. *sigh* She’ll grow out of it, right?
Anyways, I got sucked into craigslist for about a half hour today. I was just perusing and I started looking for free kittens again. I ended up sending a barrage of big, dewy-eyed, frisky-pawed, absolutely heart-wrenching adorable kitten photos to Kyle.
I want a kitten so bad it hurts sometimes. And I mean, I’ve completely justified this in my head. First of all, it would do wonders for my physical and emotional health. It’s a well-known fact that people with pets live longer, happier, healthier lives because of decreased levels of stress. I think it’s because you can’t look at a kitten without smiling. (I smile every time I look at my kitten pocket calendar and I feel like a better person for it.)
*Loreanne, Cassie and Jordan, I know you can back me up on this*
Anyways, I can’t wait to go home for Christmas and be with my boys! (aka – my kitties in California). Tucker is technically my cat, but since I left for college and couldn’t take him with me my mother has claimed him as her own. Does this make me a bad cat-mom?
Does wanting a kitten make me a bad fish-mom? Since technically I could be endangering my betta fish Nessi. Naaah, I don’t think so.

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3 Responses to “Sitting at this desk, being productive…off and on”

  1. Cats are great! You should totally get one.
    BTW, Faye says hi:

  2. Yeah, I hear all of that. I definitely loved going to my parent’s place. One of their cats, I could pick up off of the couch, take his spot, and then just set him on my lap. A little later, I had to get up, so I just picked him up again and put him in my spot. This happened two more times before my mom decided she wanted a foot-rub and then the poor guy got relocated to the recliner. He really didn’t care.

  3. propheceye says:

    My mind just locks itself in its room all day listening to crappy rock music only to run away from home twice a month =(

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