February 24th, 2015


I Am In Love...

…with a cat. Okay, let me start by saying that I think my sister’s biological clock is screaming at her that time is running out, but instead of being all, “I want to have a kid!”, she wants to adopt a French Bulldog puppy and dress it up in little outfits. This is actually right on target for her. But there are some issues with this idea. Like disrupting the cats in the house. The amount of time it would take to house-train the dog. The amount a Frenchie costs. The health issues they have. The fact that we are against buying from breeders. The fact that we are against breeding dogs that will knowingly have major health issues and high risk of death. The way they actually breed these particular dogs - (look it up if you want to know, but don’t say I didn’t warn you). On the other hand, Frenchies are cute as fuck and make the most adorable noises and are so good-tempered about everything. At this point, my sister has decided that getting a dog on a whim is a bad idea and that she needs to do more research and wait 6 months. If she is still serious about it then, we will revisit the idea. This all sounds reasonable.

But in the meantime, I went on the internet to local shelters and humane societies to try to find another small, good-tempered dog that might fit her bill and erase all those pesky moral issues I am having with the idea. And instead of finding a dog - (though Betty the Beagle was totally cute and I personally have always wanted a beagle) - I found a cat.

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My sister asked me what I want to do and I said, “I want to get Maleficent and I want to get Kenzi & Parker and I want Roo to live forever.”