Saturday, December 15, 2007

A cat story

First, lets talk about cops. Last night John hosted a Christmas party at his house. We were in the middle of a hardcore sing star competition when the cops knocked on the door.

They said if we don't quiet down, they are shutting down the party. People, this is Annapolis. John's house happens to be sandwiched between two lovely (i.e. ghetto as all hell) neighborhoods. Are you telling me that you have nothing better to do than break up an innocent Christmas party on a Friday night?

I read the police blogger. There is no way that there isn't anything more exciting going on, on a Friday night around here.

Anyways, since this is a crazy cat lady blog, I think it's about time I talked about my cats.

Snap. Snap is the boy. When I brought him home the first day he got sick. I had to take him to the emergency vet at about 11pm the night after I bought him. I've only been that scared a handful of times in my life. It's amazing that I loved that little guy so much after only one day.

I was actually afraid/embarrassed to walk into the vet because I was a total mess. Tears streaming down my face, red puffy eyes. I couldn't even talk to the vet without breaking down in tears for the little guy. Luckily, everyone else there was crying too (not for snap, but for their little guys).

Anyways, after two weeks of antibiotics, Snap was fine. He's certainly more laid back than Sage and he's about half her size in weight. He's either a runt, or the sickness did him in way back in August. Snap is certainly the friendly cat, but he's not really into cuddling or being held for more than five minutes. But he's the first one to greet me at the door within seconds of me walking it and he's the first one to come out and see what's going on when people are over.

Sage. Sage has anxiety. When other people are over, she runs under the chair and won't come out. She could care less when I get home (or at least she tries to pretend for the first few minutes) but she is so incredibly loving. She doesn't like anyone who takes her place on my lap, in my bed, or that gets my attention.

Sage sleeps with me (or tries to) every time I nap, or lay down for the night. I'm not just talking at my feet either. She'll come right up to me, put her head under my arm and try to force me to be the big spoon. I actually love it. She's also plastered to my stomach or lap every time the TV is on. She pretends she could care less about where I am or what I'm doing, but within a few minutes she's joining me.

Do you want to puke yet?

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