My current (read yesterday, today and tomorrow) Internet hunting ground is a cute website with some slightly strained humour, but it is nevertheless entertaining. A time-passer. The sections I am going through is about pets, and the numerous cat anecdotes reminded me of something I was supposed to blog last week.
After the blow up with Appy and Amma regarding my galavanting around town after dark and the whole issue of being alone at home, I decided that I was going to visit the SPCA the following wkend and get a kitty cat. A male kitten, not black, with long fur and a tendency to purr loudly and often. He will also love me and me only, and will scratch Pramod whenever he pisses me off.
Anyways, whilst making these grand plans a niggling thought kept popping up in the back of my mind. I chose to push it away cos at that time my need for comfort was great than my common sense (and pride).
The next week I gave Julez a wassap call and mentioned that I might be smuggling a kitty cat into my life pretty soon (the coming wkend in fact!). I gave her the whole 9 yards about the cat and how happy we would be and how we could save on electricity cos I would hug the cat instead of craving to get closer to the electric blanket. Great ideas, together forever and all that.
Then she took that niggling thought right out of my head. Aargh, I didnt want to think deeply about it, but now I had to. I didnt want to become like one of those old spinsters with 5 million and 1 cats for company. I didnt want to be like one of those people who avoid human companionship cos its hard work building a lasting relationship. I didnt want to smell of cats.
Anyways, I am a doggy person.
So, no cats for now, but many doggies later in my life.
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