Sunday, November 23, 2008

Cats can be bipolar?

I finally got a kitten. I've been talking about it for over a year. On Thursday, Frank and I drove to Hillsborough to pick up a little gray striped kitten from his uncle. I was amazed at how calm and loveable the little guy was. He let me hold him for hours -- never wiggled to get down or even made a sound. Then we got him back to the apartment. All of a sudden the sweet little kitten goes crazy. He was like a ping pong ball bouncing all over the room and hissing everytime I tried to catch him. This went on for a good 10 minutes. Finally, I catch him and he starts to purr the second I pick him up. The next day we take him to Frank's house. He lets everyone pass him around. He lets the three goldren retreivers get right up in his face and even lick him. Does it bother him? No -- he never flinches. What a brave little kitty. Then he comes home and goes nuts. At this moment he is running around the room in circles and trying to climb up the curtains in my living room. And just when I think he is really annoying he rolls over on his little back and just looks so cute....

Sunday, November 9, 2008


It occured to me on Friday that my most of my week revolves around one single day. On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I talk about how I wish it was already Friday. Thursdays -- well it's almost Friday. Of course, on Friday I proclaim all day long to anyone who will listen that I'm so happy its Friday. I'm content letting Saturday be what it is, but by the time Sunday rolls around I'm wishing it was Friday again. It's sad when you think about it -- for one thing I'm wishing too much time away. For another it proves that I truly have nothing interesting to say. I think I need a hobby. Maybe I'll take up quilting or knitting or something. Then again, maybe not.