15 June 2010

Kitty Kitty Kitty

Oh man lately I have been wanting a cat SO BAD. 

It doesn't help that Gabriel asks me for either a kitty or a baby pretty much every day.  I'm only willing to get him one of those things at this juncture in my life, I'll let you guess which.

There's Pippin, of course, but he is ruler of his outdoor domain at my parents' house, and I don't think he'd cotton to apartment living. 

When I lived in Chico I had Bonnie.  She was the product of one of those JUST TO LOOK trips to the animal shelter.  She was tiny and perfect and adorable.  She was (hopefully is) a wonderful cat.  She liked people, she used her litter box appropriately, she didn't make any weird howly noises, she liked being outside sometimes, she was friendly, and I loved her.

Bonnie & TwoCat

In this photo, Bonnie is the cat closer to my face.  The other cat was a super tame and friendly stray who Bonnie bonded with and constantly snuck into our apartment.  He(?) was obviously someone's pet at some point, he was totally tame and knew about litter boxes and so forth.  For some reason we ended up calling stray kitty TwoCat.

When I moved out of the apartment I shared with Gabriel's dad, we agreed that I would take the child and leave the cat.  Then K got evicted and lost the cat.  Like...literally lost her.  On the streets?  In our neighborhood?  Which sucked.  Because I love that cat.  I have myself shakily convinced that she was SO pretty and SO nice that someone would have taken her in. Right? RIGHT??
If I had known, I would have taken her with me, obviously.
I don't like to think about it.
(TwoCat, by the way, was hit by a car, and our neighbor found him(?) horribly mangled in the bushes, but she was able to get in touch with an animal rescue/fostering agency who took him(?) in, and last I heard he(?) was doing okay).

The point is that cats are the sort of pet that I like, and I like cats and I don't have a cat and I want a cat.
I WANT A CAT, is what I'm trying to say.

I haven't decided if I REALLY IN REALITY want a cat, because of litter boxes and responsibilities and whatnot.  I'm still going back and forth over that bit.
But if I DID want a cat, I have a fairly good idea of what I'm looking for -
I want either a kitten or a younger cat (younger than 4 years), good with young children, independent enough to be left alone while I'm at work, litter box trained, shorter hair, non-yowly.


UPDATE:  I've decided that if I still want a kitty when I get back from New York in August, I'm allowed to start looking.  But not before that.

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