No, I'm Not Dead, And Let's Hope My Kitty Won't Be, Either
Hopefully I answered your questions with the mere title of my post.
Well, my birthday, for anyone who is curious, went off without a hitch. Two straight nights of me, me, me, me, me, and more me. I even had two cakes. Wow. Me is really great!
On Friday night, we went to Happy Karaoke as planned. Pictures, hereafter known as Evidence, are posted on The Portal for your viewing pleasure. More will be posted in the next few days, but I actually got kind of sick of looking at myself, so I decided to take a break.
Saturday was also fantastic. A hearty thank-you goes out to those who opted for a full-fledged KA rock out on both nights - you know who you are.
But among the amazingly good presents (if this is what milestone birthdays bring, I can't wait for 30) - an iPod Nano, speakers for the iPod Nano, clothes, an iPod Nano armband...more clothes, more Nano - was the very sweet, very desired, very unconditionally lovely kitty.
Jennifer Garner's got nothing on me, because I too am a Mommy now. And I didn't have to get too fat in the process. Boo ya.
Erica, Krista, and Anna - having known my desire for either a boyfriend or a cat, adopted little Oscar for me, courtesy of the local shelter. I'm pretty sure that they tried for the boyfriend first, thinking it was easier, but after numerous turn-downs, realized the cat was more realistic. So Oscar (his given name) is a two-month old tabby who loves sleeping, burying his little cat face in my coat, and being scratched on his neck. He also enjoys "just laying there", "eating", and "napping in between sleeps". In essence, he is a two-pound, furry bundle of joy, and I love him.
In preparation for bringing him home from the vet/shelter tomorrow, I had to go to PetSmart tonight to get some supplies. I am picking him up, and trying to prepare for his arrival to his new, 1 bedroom, 800 sq. ft. apartment home. I bought a very stylish little pet bed, the very best litter and cat food, and a little mouse toy that I affectionately named "Squeaks". I tried to do everything that my cat manuals told me to do, except for I keep freaking out that the food is too close to the litter box. The last thing I need is for little Oscar to get confused and attempt to shit in his food and eat his litter. He's a little special - autistic, perhaps - and I think this because all he's done at the shelter so far is lay in my arms, crane his neck around to look at things, and bury his face in my neck. I almost considered re-naming him "Ed" as in "Special Ed", but I realized that I am a grown-up. I am a loving person. And I cannot name a cat a joke name for my own satisfaction. That's just cruel.
At any rate, I am sure that the next few days will be spent making sure that, like I try with all the other boys, Oscar enjoys the presence of my company and sleeping in my bed. I'll be sure to keep you posted.
posted by KA @ 10:55 PM
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