So... yeah. I know I joke about it a lot, the whole being a crazy cat lady thing. But I never truly considered myself one because I only had ya know, TWO cats. No biggie, right? But then! My brother finds a kitten locked in my dad's pole barn. She was almost starved to death, eyes sunken in, could barely move, etc, and my brother and his girlfriend nursed it back to health and were like "damn, we need to find this cute, innocent kitten a home." So who do they ask? Oh yeah, they ask me, an animal lover since day one, the girl who used to try to save every single stray animal that wandered into her yard, the girl that once found a baby mouse in some horse manure and tried to save it and kept it in her bedroom, (yeah, gross, I know) the girl that bawled when her goldfish died, yes that girl can not say no to a kitten. So I got a kitten.
Meet Lucky. 
Here is Lucky playing on the floor.
Here is Lucky playing under the chair. (That thing on her leg? Not a cut like we thought, but a GRUB !!!! burrowed into her. The vet removed it and I vomited in my mouth a little.)
Here is Lucky playing with Timber.
Lucky playing with my foot.
Crusher doesn't like when Lucky plays. He has some deep seeded resentment. He is so emo. Here he is staring morosely out into the rain. He would not even look at me. So melancholy. Sigh.
Here is Crusher in his happier days, before Lucky destroyed his world. These pictures make me laugh way more than they should.
I call it his babushka.
Here is my new haircut. I'll put up a better picture soon. This looks like crap since it's about 90 degrees with oh I don't know, 2000% humidity. And I'm wearing my work shirt so that's awesome.
Here is Lucky playing on the floor.
Here is Lucky playing under the chair. (That thing on her leg? Not a cut like we thought, but a GRUB !!!! burrowed into her. The vet removed it and I vomited in my mouth a little.)
Here is Lucky playing with Timber.
Lucky playing with my foot.Crusher doesn't like when Lucky plays. He has some deep seeded resentment. He is so emo. Here he is staring morosely out into the rain. He would not even look at me. So melancholy. Sigh.
Here is Crusher in his happier days, before Lucky destroyed his world. These pictures make me laugh way more than they should. 
I call it his babushka. Here is my new haircut. I'll put up a better picture soon. This looks like crap since it's about 90 degrees with oh I don't know, 2000% humidity. And I'm wearing my work shirt so that's awesome.
3 comments:
Lucky is the spitting image of a cat i used to have named Mofo.
p.s. need more pics of your hair. that pic is... not good enough!! can't see any detail :)
Yupp... Who did they call when the sweet little siamese cat was going to get put down?
Who?
ME!! A SUCKER! THAT'S WHO!!
Fuck. I'm still crazier than you are! 4!! 4 cats!!
our lives are way too parallel.
We should have conventions...like for trekkies... but for crazy cat ladies. The place will be bursting with yarn and yummy baking and fat women with nothing else to do than teach fluffy how to eat with chopsticks!
it is pretty much official now that you have 3 cats. you might as well give up the idea of ever having a future with another person....
p.s. you have to stop at 3. i have reached my limit at 3 cats in one apartment and it is just somemthing you will have to accept. otherwise you are doomed.
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