Friday, November 19, 2010

I Tawt I Taw a Putty Tat

When we got home last night, Adam informed me that there was a little black kitten hanging around the complex, nearly begging to be taken in. Despite both of our acclamations that we would never have another cat after Greg House, Adam admitted that this little black kitty was "tugging at his heartstrings" and then I of course raced outside to find it.

He crawled out from underneath a car and came right up to me, all meow-y and cute. He even let me pick him up. I knew for the sake of our household I couldn't take him inside at that moment, but ooo, did I want to! He was SO adorable.

I finally put him down and watched him run off with a larger orange tabby. Am I really going to do this?, I thought to myself. We don't want more cats. They spray, they claw at carpet and furniture, they jump on countertops, they use litterboxes. All things I don't like. All things dogs, for the most part, don't do. And we want a dog in the near future, not another cat.

Adam and I hashed out all the reasons we shouldn't take in the kitten--more vet bills, altercations with Greg House, etc, etc. But in the end, who the hell are we kidding? As with all of our other pets, they have found us, not the other way around.

We are becoming cat people. Prepare to assimilate. Resistance is futile.

Meow.

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