Now, I know what you're thinking. (ok, so I have no idea what you're thinking, thank god, though I do sometimes get these very strong premonitions, psychic do-dads, intuitions, - call them what you will. Like, the other day? I was at my studio and the guy upstairs came down and said hello since we hadn't seen each other in a few months. "hi yourself", I replied. And then, as quick as that, I knew he was having a baby. So I said "are you and your wife having a new baby?" and he goes "yeah, she's 11 weeks prego - we haven't even told anyone yet - how do you know?" And then, later?, I went to my old work place and saw an ex-colleague. We exchanged pleasantries, how are the kids, how is work, et cetera, and I get this distinct feeling he and his wife split up, 'cause I can see that he's living in an apartment alone. Realizing my question will come out of left field, I ask as sensitively as I can manage. He stares at me in disbelief for a few seconds and says, "we haven't even told the kids yet. I just signed a lease on an apartment and moved out yesterday." Weird, huh? Thankfully, not everyday is a prescient one.)
So what was I saying? Oh yeah, the cat. The sweet, new, nameless, furless, kitty. She's adorable! No, really.
Look:
Cute, right? Really cute. When I showed a picture of her to Tim last week, he said, "she look's like a real cat!" And good-god is she sweet and loving. Need some sugar? Say hello to "-enter name of nameless cat here-"!
And just so Seta doesn't get all "you just don't love me anymore", I present a photo of daddy and daddy's little girl, catching a few z's:
awww, isn't that so cute?!
And the former owner of the new kitty, the one with whom I signed a contract giving me ownership of the above sweet cat? the one, who also sent me an email (that I haven't responded to yet) yesterday stating she wanted said cat back? Her? I have no earthly idea what she's thinking either.
And just so Seta doesn't get all "you just don't love me anymore", I present a photo of daddy and daddy's little girl, catching a few z's:
awww, isn't that so cute?!
And the former owner of the new kitty, the one with whom I signed a contract giving me ownership of the above sweet cat? the one, who also sent me an email (that I haven't responded to yet) yesterday stating she wanted said cat back? Her? I have no earthly idea what she's thinking either.
2 comments:
Hey Psychic Lady - what's wrong with my knee and what do I have to do to fix it?
As for the cat, well, I'm officially neutral. But. Then again. As Joan Armatrading would say: opportunity, came to my door.... So, uhh, how much is the seller willing to shell out to buy the nameless, hairless wonder kitty from you? Doesn't baby need a new pair o' shoes/boots/slippers/sandals/heels?
If T-Flo says she showed me a pitcher of this "cat", she prolly did. Maybe even I said what she said I said. But she shows me pitchers and videos of these "cats" almost daily, usually in the a of m as a man is having his coffee and rubbing from his eyes sleepdirt. If I'd'a known that there was any kinda chance this "cat" was gonna actually live here I'd'a prolly actually looked at it before I said "yes honey", or "that's nice", or "mm hmm".
Furthermore, I'm not actually sleeping in that picture. Nor is Seta. Generally she sleeps in my left armpit, with just her head poking out from under the covers, so she can wheeze into my ear alll niiight llllong.
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