The Peanut Chronicles

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Ok, I have to give MY a hand for at least trying so damn hard… Today, after spending 250 bucks at Starbucks on Volunteer gift cards for my thesis participants, we waddled down to petco to look at the cat adoptions. The bear said there were only a few rules if we were to get a cat. The first is that the cat would have to look like Paws or our old man. The second was that the cat would have to be a girl. No budging on that one.

We go, and immediately I am captured by this cute little 3-month-old red tabby with green eyes. I look; it’s a boy and doesn’t go good with kids. Double damn. We walk around looking at all the generic grey tabby fur balls in cages…

Then it happens.

I see her.

No, she is not a red tabby. No she is not a part Siamese like Paws. But I see her and I am smitten. I am in love. I can’t describe the beauty. Orange and black freckled is as close as I can get. I stop and stare, totally mesmerized. This cat has stopped me in my tracks with her beauty. I ask the volunteer the question of sex.

“She is a girl and seven months old, perfect timing and age for introduction to a home with another cat.”

Oh my…

I look at MY. He goes, “forget it. Why did you bring me here again?”

“To make sure I don’t get a cat”

“What am I going to do then?”

“Make sure I get a cat.” I grin. He sighs.

“I will admit, if you are getting in line for another cat, this one would be the winner.” He stared at the cage, completely under the cat’s spell as well.

Needless to say, after many pets later, a call or two to the Bear at work, and a return trip with the camera so I can show Bear photos, we might have a new addition to our little home.

MAYBE