Friday, October 16, 2009
my little lady and me
Today is Betsy and I's first anniversary. Who knew I'd ever end up with a cat(much less two)? I always hated/feared them as a child, after getting a chunk taken out of my hand by one at about 5 years old. But when I worked at the Humane Society, Betsy's white mittens, pretty face and swinging belly caught my eye. Her name was Samantha, but I had to change that. For one, that is an absurd name for a cat, and two, I just couldn't have both my pets named after Sex and the City characters(I already had Charlotte). In August 2007, she and one of her kittens(SLUT) had been unceremoniously dumped on the Humane Society's doorstep. And on October 16, 2008, I took her home, where she remains the head huntress and frosty bitch of the household. I don't know how her life started, but I do know how it'll end: diabetes. Just kidding. Seriously, though, WHAT a porker. But I love her and her chubby tabby ways (except for peeing in laundry baskets), and I hope she'll be warming my feet in bed for 15 years to come.
Off to bed: tomorrow we venture to Murfreesboro, most likely my final visit ever.