September 5, 2005

• The tables have turned.

  Man, I’ve been all over Maryland this weekend. I’ve been in 7 counties in the past couple days.

  Yesterday, I got up and got dressed and went home for a couple hours. I
  needed to try and get my external hard drive hooked up but alas,
  somehow I’m missing the install disk. I think my sister has it in her
  dorm room though.

  Like I said before, we have a neighbor that lives behind us that is
  part of a no kill shelter. She only had 2 supposedly adoptable cats so
  I went down to look at them. There was a huge gray stripey cat named
  Spanky (wtf were the former owners thinking???). He was so sweet. He
  kept rubbing on me and just wanting to be petted. There was a big fat
  brown tabby who was also very nice and friendly but a little shy. Both
  were wonderful cats.

  We were outside getting ready to leave and we were standing with
  Sylvia, the cat shelter woman, looking at her dogs in the backyard (she
  has 3 akitas that are absolutely adorable), when we heard a loud meow
  from the window of the room where Sylvia keeps all of the “unadoptable”
  cats. Here was this Russian Blue looking cat with Scottish Fold ears
  looking at us, meowing and purring out the window. Her name was Abby
  (like my dog) and she seemed very friendly. I asked Sylvia what was
  wrong with her and she told me nothing except that she had hematomas on
  her ears and when the vet fixed them and put bandages on her ears, she
  wouldn’t keep them on and so now her ears were folded like they were
  and people just thought she looked funny.

  Sylvia asked if I wanted to bring her in the other room so I could hold
  her and see if I liked her. As soon as Sylvia put her in my arms she
  started purring really, really loud. My dad tried to take her to hold
  her and she bit him. I guess she’s a bit possessive or just really
  liked me holding her.

  I think its funny that on one hand, people will pay a lot of money for
  Scottish Fold cats but when one looks like one and it isn’t supposed to
  be one, they think it looks funny and the cat suddenly becomes
  unadoptable. It’s kind of like bull testicles don’t sound appealing but
  rocky mountain oysters suddenly become a delicacy for a lot of people.
  It’s all so silly.

  All 3 of the cats I looked at would be great cats for Casey and I. I
  want to bring Casey back to Fredneck so she can look at the cats and
  help me decide but I think we’ll have our kitty by next weekend!

  Last night, Casey and I went up to Harford County to have Steve cook us
  dinner. Both Casey and I noted afterwards that Steve can really cook.
  We had steak that was soooo good. I missed my red meat living at home.
  We could only have chicken because that’s all that B will eat.

  And unlike most guys, Steve actually had side dishes (macaroni salad,
  veggies, spicy potatoes).  Strangely enough, I had been on the
  phone with Ry earlier in the day telling him that we were going for
  dinner and that I hoped he actually had side dishes. He even had
  dessert! We had strawberry shortcake and it was very good.

  We watched PCU and Bulworth, two movies that I had never seen. PCU was
  funny, Bulworth was strange. It was a very good night though.

  I’m supposed to be writing my story right now but I haven’t quite gotten around to it yet… eh, later on.

  • 10:40 am
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