Kitteh

I got a Kitteh yesterday!! I am not a cat person by any means. In fact, I think cats are EVIL. But this cat is the sweetest cat you will ever meet. He won't stop following me around either.

I went to the Richmond SPCA to get a cat named Tater. She was black, and furry and it said she was super friendly. Perfect for me. I've always wanted a black cat. I had been looking at her profile online at petfinder for almost a month when I finally decided to make the drive yesterday. And of course, as soon as I got there, I found out she was adopted the night before. Just my luck.

I was going to give up and go home. After all, I didn't really want a cat. The only reason I went to get the cat was because while home over Christmas my mom bought me a cat carrier, litter box, litter, food, and treats. How is that for a subtle hint? So anyways, I figured I would look around since I already had the cat carrier in the car. While I was in one of the cat rooms, a scrawney orange cat came up to me and started meowing. Then he jumped on my lap and started purring. I entertained him for a few miniutes because he was sweet, but then asked if I could see a black cat that was in a different room. She was black and furry, just like the one I had wanted. But she seemed nervous and skittish. I couldn't help thinking back to the orange cat who immediatley picked me. After all, I didn't want a cat like the ones my family has has that are nice when they want to be and then bite you the next second. I wanted a cat who was more like a dog in the fact that he was always happy to see you.

So even though I couldn't believe what I was doing, I told the people at the SPCA to take the black cat back (she really was georgeous), and please could I have the scrawney orange cat. His name was Creighton, which they had randomly given him so I decided to change it. After a brilliant idea from my best friend. He has now been crowned Sheldon. So now I can sing him soft kitty whenever I want (big bang theory reference if you don't get it).

And that's the story of how I ended up with a orange, short haired, male cat when I went to get a black, fuzz female. Funny how things work out.

Target Adventure

5:30 Saturday evening

After being forced to work all day due to the incompetence of a male
1LT, I get home and realize I have no plans. Nor do I have any
palatable food. Therefore, I must adventure to the store. Get in car.
Drive .5 miles to target. Become annoyed because the parking lot is
crowded. Seriously, who goes shopping on a Saturday night!?!?!

Walk in store. Become even more annoyed because people keep steering
their fucking carts in my way. I'm on the fucking phone, and I can
drive my cart better than that. Look for Kindle case. Discover they
are all 30 bucks. Cheaper to order online. Look for headphones. No
sweat resistant ones. Give up on shopping and go foraging for food.

Accomplish most of food shopping list. Go look for taco kit aisle.
Find taco kit aisle, but there is cute guy in aisle who smiles at me,
so I continue down the aisle without stopping for taco kit. Does not
seem like cool food to buy. Loop around food section to go back to
taco kit aisle. Cute guy STILL in taco kit aisle. He looks up. ABORT
MISSION. Tacos must wait til next time.

Search for 3-hole puncher in office section. Discover that the one
item target does not have is three hole puncher. Annoyed. No tacos or
hole punchers. Go to check out.

While waiting in line, the express checkout guy waves me over. I tell
him that I have more than 10 items. He says that's OK. Wooohooo. I am
no longer annoyed. Cute checkout boy wants to help me. Quickly
discover cute checkout boy is gay. NO longer excited. He tells me it
helps him to checkout faster if I put all the frozen items up front
(he actually says "I'll love you forever if you put your frozens up
front"...def gay). So I do. He then replys, "oh my, you have almost
all frozen foods." Am mortified. I mumble that I can't cook, and he
says "that's okay. you poor thing."

I think I am going to die. Worst shopping trip ever.

However, when I get home, I unpack all my bags and realize I still
have something in one I was trying to throw out. I find a role of
cookie dough. It's like finding a prize in the cracker jack box. I
think that will make my evening a little more enjoyable...