1. Tell you about my cat, Owen.
I don't care if you hate cats...if you don't find this cat cute...you are probably in cahoots with satan.
Also. Go ahead and call me a crazy cat lady. I'm fine with it. Someone told me (actually it was more than one someone) that it "all starts with just one cat." Well. I can tell you...I am far too obsessed with this one to endanger him with another one. Further also. I hope he grows up to be huge and fat.
2. To tell you that one of the first things this little charmer did when he got home was to take a massive dump in my shoe. A poo so nasty I had to throw away the shoes. I love him a little more for it.
3. To make a proclamation that I sincerely miss Taylor...especially my dear friends from there. How is it possible that we are all adults now, and talk about things like jobs and insurance? eekk.
4. To make this a really short post because everyone says my blog posts are too long. I prefer to think that people are just too lazy to read...but at the end of the day...it's all about the audience.
So there you have it. Short and sweet. Probably not as short and sweet as it could have been, but let's be honest...I'm just the kind of person who has a lot to say.
Claire
Some Things to Consider:
I had to fill out more paper work to adopt a cat than I did to gain employment. It was pretty intense...my palms sweated a little.
I got a new drivers license the other day. Typically here in the LEX there is a delightful man who looks like Elvis who takes the pictures. He wasn't there. It was heartbreak hotel for this kid when I didn't get my hunk a hunk a burnin driver's license.
Don't hate me too much for the cheesiness that was that last sentence.
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