Brandon and Kelly got a cat. I feel like I’m more excited about this cat than I would have been had they announced they were having a baby. It’s not that I wouldn’t be happy for them or excited or even that I don’t like babies, it’s just that babies make me nervous, cats don’t, and I can go buy a cat a toy without starting at a shelf wondering what the hell to get, like I do with babies. Unless a registry is involved, but otherwise, clueless about babies.
So when they went off with my dad for the annual Gettysburg weekend, I stayed behind for two reasons–the biggest one is that I’m working Saturdays this month, and the other reason is that I had Adam Ant concert tickets for that Sunday. Yes, we would’ve been back by then anyway, but I’d rather not drive across the state then go to a concert.
So yes, I did stop at Petco–and also Rita’s–first, and I got Persia little Pusheen toys, a set of jingly balls and a little stick with a stuffed ice-cream cone at the end of a string. And that’s how I spent almost an entire Friday night playing with a kitten. Zero regrets.
So Persia and I slept in the guest room, and it was basically the cutest ever. She started at my feet while I was laying on my side and climbed up, walking the whole length of my body before deciding my side was the perfect sleeping spot and started to purr really loudly, which was enough cuteness to kill me. The problem was I had to work in the morning and a cat on your side that sounds like a motor running isn’t conducive to sleep, so I had to shuffle her around. I’m not sure how either of us was positioned when we actually fell asleep, but she spent almost the whole night in bed with me, and it was the greatest.
And then about a half-hour before my alarm was set to go off, she decided it was playtime.
Now, she’s still the cutest ever, so I can’t be too mad. And it did get me up and out on time. But I heard her start to wander around the room and scratch at the bed a little. And then she found the little springy doorstop and decided to play with it–and play with it hard. I got her to stop the first time she made a very impressive sproing sound with it, but after that, it was out of my hands. She was too wound up, and probably bored, so I let her loose in the living room with her new toys while I tried to get a few more minutes’ sleep. I failed miserably.
I played with her while I could, mostly kicking around her balls after I got showered and while I was getting dressed and getting my things packed.
And you want to know what the saddest sight ever is? A kitten sitting in the middle of a living room alone watching her babysitter/morning playmate leave her for the day.