While we were waiting to be rejected from adopting a cat from the cat rescue group, our vet told us about a litter of kittens that were dropped off at the office recently. They were 3 weeks old and there was one left to be adopted, a male. O.M.G. He was so so stinking cute! I immediately said I want him! Tommy said oh no, it’s either the cat from the rescue or the kitten; not both. Of course I agreed with him. The veterinarian said she would hold the kitten for us until we heard back from the rescue group.

Monday rolls around and I get a call from cat rescue lady. We are being rejected. I couldn’t help but be somewhat amused. I mean seriously? Rescue lady said they would rather have the cat we wanted to be with another cat it’s age. I’m thinking; so…the cat has been there for 4 months already, we want him and can provide a loving home; but you feel he should be kept even longer in a windowed cube until you find someone with a cat the same age. Doesn’t make much sense but who am I to know better?

I immediately call our Vet to tell them we are definitely taking the kitten. He is now 4 weeks old and they want him to gain more weight so he can get his first vaccine, so we can’t bring him home yet. That’s ok, I’d rather he be ready than be running back to the animal hospital. He is so so cute and playful. We’re debating his name. Tommy likes Moe. Samantha and I are leaning towards Jack. I’m sure we can come to some kind of compromise.

We were once a 3 cat family in addition to 2 dogs. The dogs are Riley, a golden retriever and lab mix, she was a rescue; our current 2nd dog is also a rescue named Lola. Lola is a bit on the anxious side. She will bark at the mailman, the UPS truck driving by, Amazon truck driving by. And God forbid you ring the doorbell. All hell breaks loose with Lola. One afternoon I was sitting in the kitchen at our island and someone from a political party or some other ridiculous representation rang my bell. Lola went apeshit and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this person who totally destroyed my quiet. I yelled, “Good bye! Bye! You made my dog bark, bye!” From the kitchen. The person left.

Unfortunately 2 of our cats passed away. Smokey who was just an awesome, friendly, nobody bothers me cat; we think a Russian Blue mix. And Cash my gorgeous, long haired, timid, loved to hang out in the basement, purebred who knows what kind of cat. Cash was my cat.

So I visit a local, national pet store chain who has cats on display for a cat rescue group. Tommy and I went yesterday to see a cat that we really like. We fill out the application and we’re told they need to do a home visit. Ok. The woman comes today to do the visit. Lola is being Lola even though she’s medicated these days (not that you would even know). Riley is her wonderful, warm friendly self. The woman looks all around the first floor. Then asks to go upstairs…ok…then she asks to go in the basement. Jeez. Tommy goes with her because our basement stairs are kind of scary.

After this whole home visit the woman says she has to present us to “the board.” Hmmm. Interesting. She’s concerned because the cat we want to adopt is 4 yrs old and the cat we have, Belle is 15yrs old. Would we like to adopt 2 cats? No! She said she would call us with their answer. It was an interesting afternoon.

We went to the mall yesterday. I haven’t been to the mall in a few months; I usually stick to just Macys. I first stop at the handbag department of course, then shoes and then of course all the clothing sale racks and end with “last act” area. I can be in Macys forever and then be tired of shopping and leave without seeing the rest of the mall.

So today Sam suggested we go to the mall. I already did the grocery shopping this morning and it was kind of rainy so I was open to suggestions. We began in Macys of course; Sam knows the routine. We stopped in the shoe department where we both had fun trying on shoes that were not our style (think 6 inch platform heels on Sam, haha). We had great laughs, it was nice to laugh with her. Sam wanted to leave after the shoe department but no way, we just got there!

So we compromised at going to American Eagle just outside Macys. I don’t usually shop there but I was in the mood for someplace different than Macys. We both did great! And we discovered we are terrible at picking out clothes for each other haha. Shirts I thought would be great for her, Sam hated or gave me “the look”. Tops that Sam thought were very me…not so much. It was funny and we both laughed at each others poor taste.

I loved laughing with her, I swear laughing with my kids is just the best.