I’m a cat person. And I have a thing for stray animals. There’s been a stray that’s been mooching off the neighborhood for about a year now, and so I took him in to be vaccinated and neutered. Spay and neuter your pets, people. Seriously. Make the appointment now. You have no excuse to be a bad pet owner, and cats that aren’t fixed add the feral population, which is dangerous to both you and your pets. I made the appointment for 7:30 in the morning, thinking I had to teach, but I was off a day. So I had to get up early on my day off, so this was a no make-up, last night’s jeans kind of day.
- Sig Phi Ep Sweatshirt, Dad’s from around 1980
- T-shirt, Dustin’s (You’re missing some undershirts, babe)
- Jeans, Old Navy (The Flirt, flare)
- Green Chuck Taylors, some random mall store
- Grumpy the Stray, free from a negligent asshole who didn’t make the effort to take him to a shelter or humane society
And Grumpy the Stray? Seriously, the cuddliest, most spoiled cat EVER. All he wants to do is be petted, ALL THE TIME. I called him Grumpy because he’s got the meanest-looking scrunched up face, but he is seriously the biggest sweetheart. I’ve got to keep him until Sunday to finish out his antibiotics regimen, but then I’m going to try to find a good home. I’d take him to the humane society, but they’re not a no-kill shelter, and with him being an adult male cat, he’s not likely to be adopted before they have to put him down. I’d keep him if I could, but I just don’t have room in my small apartment for three adult cats.
I told you he was the most adorable thing ever, didn’t I? I don’t know if it’s the antibiotics, or the shock of suddenly having his man-parts removed, or if he’s just enjoying not having to scrounge for food and water, but all this baby does is sleep and cuddle. It’s wonderful.