27 Hours

Its been 27 hours and he finally came out of hiding as well as eat and poop for the first time. Success.

Addition Added

Well since I last posted I responded to the post, emailed back and forth, went to a stranger's house to meet the cat, and now have the cat in my possession. The Baddass left me so its me and the cat. He's spent most of the evening behind a certain side table and only once was I allowed to pet him. Hopefully things will progress and he will get a little bit more comfortable in his new home.

Addition to the Family

For a while now I've been wanting to adopt a cat. Ever since I was a little girl I've always loved cats. My family cat died almost two years ago and I've felt the urge to get a new kitty for the past year. During the engagement the Baddass suggested that we wait a few months so that he "could learn to take care of [me] first." I thought that was logical and sort of sweet, so I waited a few months. Well its now been exactly 4 months, time to find a cat. The Baddass is slightly reluctant, but he knows it is something I really want. Also, I give him the sex: Happy wife, happy life.

So today I began my adventure into pet adoption. I've searched Craigslist, made phone calls, emailed, and after some discussions with the Baddass I decided to try the local cat adoption place. They keep about a hundred kitties and are entirely volunteer run. I walk in and there is only one lady there with about ten kitties at my feet meowing. The woman makes me fill out an adoption application. Then proceeds to question me: where is my husband, why isn't he helping in the picking out process, what happened to my cat, did my parents neuter him, what the hell were they thinking, would the cat be indoor or outdoor, why, where do I live, etc. Then she proceeds to lecture me about the cat's best interest and a bunch of crap. I have never been so pissed off at any person before. Okay, that's not true, I was more pissed off at my old boss who fired me after I quit, but this is close. So my application has to go before an advisory board because she can't take a risk with me. WTF? Have you seen me? I'm completely normal, I don't even have my ears pierced. I got all As in college and had a great GPA in high school. We don't have any other pets, we live in a great part of town, not on a busy street. I just want a cat to pet and love on and occasionally take obsessive pictures of.

So I left the cat place pissed off and decided to call a couple of more numbers I wrote down from Craigslist. There weren't the greatest of scenarios. And as the Baddass advised, we don't have to adopt a cat today. I decided to check Craigslist again a few minutes ago and there is a beautiful cat that fits my want list. I'm now anxiously waiting for a reply and for my husband to come home and approve.

Well this just clenches it, I will never be a crazy cat lady. 1) Because I'm married, so unless the Baddass dies, I doubt he'll let me adopt 50 cats and let them run lose in our place and 2) Cat ladies are bitches.

Direction

I have finally come up with a direction and title for this blog. Its about time.... although I did start out not really know where this would take me. So I let it progress naturally and I have come up with something that I hope works.

I am supposed to be cleaning right now. I can't remember the last time either of us vacuumed or Swiffered (Swiffer is our best friend). And we're having a guest over tonight so I guess someone should clean. And seeing as the Badass is working all day and then has to take care o the dogs, I guess that person must be me. Damnit...

I hate hate hate cleaning. If we were to ever come into some money I would save it and make it a fund to pay for a maid. I informed the Baddass of this when we were merely dating so there are no excuses as to why this shouldn't happen.