Happy Birthday, Martha Kate!
My cat is 14 years old today. Can you believe that? I remember fourteen years ago whenever my brother and I told my parents that we wanted a pet.
I remember they made us wait in my brother's room for hours (well, it seemed like hours then, maybe it was just an hour) while they "discussed" the possibility. I remember my brother and I just climbed on his bunk bed and talked about our future pet.
My dad finally came in after a while and told us that he had decided that we could get a hamster.
We were like, "A hamster? We have to wait for hours for you to tell us we can get a hamster?"
We were very smart children. Within a few minutes he decided we could get some cats and we left that second to go to a trailor called "Friends of Felines". Well, at least that's how I remember it.
This trailor was crawling with rescued cats. I remember I walked in and saw this small tabby cat laying next to this huge white cat. I picked her up. She was still for a second and then squirmed the rest of the time while my brother took his sweet time picking out his cat.
I have no idea why I kept this squirming cat who did not like to be held. I think it's strange that I didn't throw her down and pick a nice lap cat. I'm really glad I didn't though. I'm also glad my mom didn't take her back after she scratched up her arms on the way home.
It's really strange to think that Kate's been there since I was 7 years old. So strange. I hope she has many more years left.
P.S. Tonight is Shereen's "farewell dinner". I am so so so so sad. :(