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.
Cats are great! You should totally get one.
BTW, Faye says hi:
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.
My mind just locks itself in its room all day listening to crappy rock music only to run away from home twice a month =(