Other than a couple postcard posts, I admit I haven’t been as on the ball on the blog as I’d like to be. Sometimes you have grand plans to get things done, but then…distractions!
I’m not the sort of person to sit around and do nothing–especially when I’m in a new place that I want to explore the heck out of–but part of the blame can also be put at the paws of my newest roommate, Moo. She follows me around and talks more than I do. The gift of gab is strong with this one.
I got Moo over the Memorial Day Weekend at the local shelter which was overflowing with cats (it was kitten season). There were also lots of potential adopters there, too, but they were only interested in the kittens. I was the only one specifically wanting an adult cat. Moo seemed rather chill and for me, it was quick and painless to bring her home since I didn’t join in the fray to fight over the cute kittens.
The last time I had a pet, I was seven, and it was just a bunch of goldfish. But don’t worry, I’ve been thinking quite a while about getting a cat and I’m well aware of all the responsibility, time, and money it requires for being a pet owner. It’s a long term thing, and I know I’ll have to be there for Moo when she’s old and sick and not just when she’s younger and active.
Anyways, don’t worry about being spammed with a kazillion cat pics from yet another source on the internet. I’m not very good at taking pictures of moving targets and even I know blurry cat photos don’t make for good blog posts.