Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Powerless Over...Cats

Ah the human capacity to forget pain ─ or at least have it lessen over time. In this instance I'm referring to emotional pain.

Lately, I've been thinking about letting a cat adopt me. Astonishing.* Until very recently, I could not imagine opening my heart to another kitty because the grief of losing Thelma, Louise and Itty Bit still seems so fresh.

But here I am, suddenly finding myself wandering around on Petfinder when I should being doing other things; wondering where to jam a litter pan in my apartment; worrying a bit about finding a cat who is generous enough to love me and my fiancé.

Wait...what? Fiancé?

If you don't already know about my impending nuptials, then you obviously don't follow me on Twitter or read status changes posted on Facebook. Not to worry. I'll soon be posting stories about this great adventure. But back to the cat. Because of the clerical garb situation, I'm thinking the cat should probably be black. 



 
My nephew, Riley

* Okay, maybe not so astonishing, given the fact that Ruth has been cute-bombing me with pictures of and stories about Riley.