I’m ready for a kitten finally. After several years of really thinking about it, and wondering, oh should I, or should I not, I’ve decided that life’s too short to go without having something you want. So, when I return from Mexico in May, I will go to the adopt a center near work, and get myself a perfect kitten.
Last night Sam came over for the Apprentice Night at Andrew’s. Unfortunately for Andrew, he has a little satan in cat’s clothing. While trying to pet/play with Scout, both Sam and I got mamed. I always joke with Andrew that Scout needs to be put down.
I’m going to get a book on how to make sure my cat is playful and kind. Don’t you just have to manhandle it from day one?