To Cat or Not to Cat, that is the question...

I'm thinking about getting 2 kitties. I've always been a cat person, despite the crazy allergies that I've developed over the years.

It was my first therapist's idea to get a cat, at which point Piper came to live with me for a while. It worked out pretty well, she cheered me up. But then I started traveling, which meant so did she, and she didn't like it as much as I did. So one time she didn't come back.

Now I'm thinking it might help me again, but a few issues:
1. what about my allergies?
2. what about my traveling?
3. will they be able to measure up to piper?

the allergies I can control... and if they're together, they can stay by themselves so long as they have food and a clean place to poo... and they are very cute...

... so what am I waiting for?

Cat Lady

I have always loved kitties, thus have always been at risk for cat lady syndrome. Well, now I'm on my way.

Meet my new houseguest, Piper.



If she likes it, she will stay.

Goodbye Grandpa

Today we say goodbye to my "Grandpa," Cougar. I don't know what else to say except that it's like losing a family member. Since I was a little girl, he's always been there. Getting into mischief, providing us with laughs and love. Probably the best cat to have ever lived. He let us put him in our baby doll cribs and carriages and dress him up. He knew when it was time for him to get his "kitty crack." And so many more memoreies.

That he's made it this long is a testament to his life, he was always strong, extremely alpha male, and I will miss him a lot. So, in pictures, here's to you Grandpa.

Foursome

Regarding my post about Piper, I must make a retraction. I got a call this morning while I was in the shower that she re-appeared.

That little shit.

And Then There Were Three...

My kitty Piper has been missing for three days now. Although she is naughty and doesn't like to come in when she's supposed to, this isn't like her. She was wearing her tags and searches for her have come up with nothing. Due to the proliferation of coyotes in the area, I have to think the worst.

I'm very sad. She was my kitty. When she was a kitten, her nose started turning black. Except it never finished, so she just had a dot on it. And one in the roof of her mouth. When I lived at home, she would wait at the door for me in the evenings. I would walk upstairs to drop my bags off and she would follow me. She'd sit on my lap while I sat at my desk working on homework. The opening and closing of the cd drive fascinated her to no end. She loved her little rubber ducky and would steal the stuff dinosaur from me when I made it squeal. She loved sitting inside of things: bags, boxes, drawers, her little kitty tent. She hated the kids and would hide from them. She liked to get dirty outside and often came in orange as opposed to black and white.
I'm going to miss her a lot. I wish we could find her tiny body so that we could put her next to Ringo and Einstein.
Now there's just Cougar, Sabrina and Sam. And Cougar's time, since he is 20 years old, will soon also come to an end.

Benadryl

I had a dream. In this dream, I dreamt that our old, awesome kitty Cougar had died. When I woke up in my dream, my sister told me he was still alive. Then when I woke up for real, he was still alive.

When I told my parents this story, my dad asked if I am on something. Yes, actually. This is a direct result of the grass pollen and the fact that I am practically made of benadryl now.