Crazy cat lady

But enough about me...what's your life's ambition?




So we almost got a kitten last week. She was the most adorable kitten you would ever meet in your whole life. Serious Cat hated her. And I named her Meredith.

Last Thursday evening, I was having a fairly calm night catching up on Grey's Anatomy before heading over to my sister-in-law's house to watch the new episode. Clint was getting ready to head over to my brother's house to begin their "South Park Nights." The boy version of "Grey's Night." Know how I know they're gay?

Anyway.

It was a calm night. And then my dear friend Katie sent me a picture message of an ADORABLE calico kitten, captioned "Want a kitty?" WHO ASKS THAT QUESTION!? Of COURSE I want a kitten. I always want a kitten. I was born wanting kittens. Unfortunately, Clint does not share this same kitten-loving sentiment.

Knowing that I was probably begging my husband for permission to get a kitten, Katie calls me to explain the further awesomeness of the little critter currently sharing her couch. Meredith was the runt of the litter, and the last kitten present outside the grocery store when she was placed on Katie's chest. I'm going to also take the high road in this paragraph and not make some crass joke about everyone and their brother wanting to be placed upon Katie's chest. See how nicely I avoided that?? So Katie decided that she would take Meredith home to see how her cat, Monster (aptly named), took to her. She figured if Monster didn't approve, she could always give her to me. She just didn't count on my husband getting in the way. Darn those husbands!

Katie actually brought the kitten over to our house about 10 minutes after she sent the picture to my phone. And she fell asleep on Clint's tummy. (Meredith, not Katie). AND HE STILL SAID NO. HOW HEARTLESS CAN YOU BE, RIGHT!? Jake just kept sniffing her, Serious Cat was staring very rudely, and Mr. Pickles hid. I don't think they deal with change very well. I hope that isn't a reflection of my parenting skills.

So I, being an incredibly resourceful gal, decided to take the kitten out to Jess Bray's. He loves cats! Of COURSE he would take her! Then she'd get to stay in my life, because, let's face it, I was already dangerously attached. I drove her over to Jess's place and she actually fell asleep in the car on the 2 mile drive. I am so not kidding. That is how cool this cat was. Jess immediately fell in love with her, but after much consideration decided it wasn't fair to take the kitten when he isn't home enough.

SIGH.

Meredith and I went back to my house to finish that episode of Grey's Anatomy. We bonded. And that is when I decided that her calico-tabby-siamese eared self looked like a Meredith. And that is when Serious Cat decided he REALLY hated her. He climbed up on the chair next to my feet and saw her laying across my lap...and he got right in her face and hissed SUPER loud. I bopped him on the nose and kicked him off the chair and he was just pissed. He turned around and hissed at Jake, then hissed at Mr. Pickles and boxed his ears, then hissed at the door, the wall, the bookcase, and continued to hiss as he wandered down the hallway.

I think he was trying to tell me something. But I was laughing too hard to really listen.

The main point of this story is that we almost got a kitten. Clint may be keeping me from my life's ambition for now...but someday, oh someday....

BTW, Katie kept Meredith. And Clint and I stayed married. Don't ya just love happy endings?

:)