I've wanted a cat for a long time. We had pets growing up: 2 rabbits, assorted fish, 1 awesome dog. And I had another rabbit, a fish, and a frog as pets for my classroom back in the day when I was a teacher. But I never got to have a cat. My Dad and brother are allergic. My parents weren't big fans of cats.
And even though one of my college roommates and I would have a loved a little kitty to prance back and forth between our bedrooms, we and our other roommates agreed to no pets when we signed the lease.
So for years I always had dreams of a little kitty, but I would fight them off for fear of becoming a crazy cat lady. And I guess in a way I already am, because here I am writing a blog post introducing to the newest big thing in my life. But I'm hoping that having a little cuddly one at home makes me happier in the long and that whomever I may date in the near, and not-so-near future, loves cates too. Or at least tolerates them enough for me.
So without further ado, I'd like for you to meet Radley. She's a cute little thing that I got from a friend of the library.
Radley. As in Boo. As in To Kill a Mockingbird.
Right now Radley spends a lot of time doing the following:
- Sitting under my bed.
- Looking at me.
- Jumping on radiators.
- Cautiously eating. Tonight I found out that she really likes the turkey wet food.
- Playing with her feather toy.
- But being a little frightened of her mouse toy that rolls around.
- Enjoying tummy rubs.
- Purring in my lap.
- Finding a ring on my finger fascinating.
- Waking me up around 5:00 am and demanding that she gets some love and attention.
- Being adorable.
So dear readers, am I officially on my way to being crazy cat lady? Or have I just added even more cuteness to my life? Because I already think I'm pretty cute.