I feel bad. I’m kinda new to Arden and her site. I’ve followed Arden for some time, but not keeping up like a good reader should. It wasn’t until I saw a Caturday post that I became instantly hooked. I’ve got some major catching up to do. After a little bit of research I’m very impressed. She started her site originally as a way to vent about “crummy co-workers” (I know a thing or two about that!) but over time it has moved towards a mainly fiction based site. That’s some very impressive growth; some we all could think about striving towards.
Anyways, Back to the Cats!
I have a bit of a past. How about I let you into the mind of an addict for a moment. I spent a lot of time at the bar. At one point it was nearly every night. I knew I had a problem, but I wasn’t really ready to fix it, at least not properly. I thought to myself I know, I’ll get a cat. If I had an animal to take care of I’d have more reason to go home instead of out on the town. The main problem with this line of thinking is the fact that I decided to get a CAT. You know how hard it is to take care of a cat? Yeah, not that hard. At the least you can leave the cat food bag within reach and the toilet seat up. If you happen to be out of food they will chase after bugs and critters. So, this was a horrible idea, other than I like cats. I did get a surprise from the kitty I got though.
I friend from work let me adopt a cat he had running around his country home. They had named her Lisa, from The Simpsons. After I had her for a few days I decided to rename her Bug, which was short for Love Bug. She was always purring and forever on top of me. A really sweet girl. What we didn’t realize though is she was knocked up when I brought her home. She wasn’t eating that much food but she kept on getting bigger and bigger, but just around the waist. I told them about it and we all figured out what was happening. I was about to become a Faddah.
It was around midnight when it happened. This is what I ended up with…
Now, these cute little things eventually learned how to hop, crawl and jump out of this box causing me to actually have to come home to check on them, so …my original plan kinda worked, for a moment. I immediately starting posting pictures on Facebook, in the hopes that some of my friends would like to adopt them. I lived in a studio apartment at the time, and these kittens weren’t going to work out. This is the day that they learned how to get out of their box…
Two of them were adopted and two others became farm cats. The white one was a different story. He got kicked out of my apartment after clawing my feet in the middle of the night one too many times. I do feel bad about that now.
I ended up giving the mama cat back to her original owners. They really missed her and wanted her back anyway, so everything worked out. I am no longer catless though. I ended up adopting my moms cat, Mini, a couple of years ago.
Mini is my Featured Image.
She is usually right next to me. This is what it’s like for me to watch television.
And, this is what it’s like for me to surf the net, or write this post…
Who teacheth us more than the beasts of the earth, and maketh us wiser than the fowls of heaven? ~ Job 35: 11