Pet Envy

Dude. It's true, what they say about time healing all wounds.

I've been finding myself nostalgic lately for my old friend, Truckstop.

Remember Truckstop? My former cat? The Right Hand of Satan? The Destroyer of Wa? Evil Incarnate?

Yeah, I'm missing him.

Maybe the mists have time have made me forget all about the horror of the four months we lived alone together. You know, when he yowled all through the night and allowed me no more than two hours of uninterrupted sleep for nearly 120 days? Yeah, funny how memory works.

I've been thinking a lot lately about getting a pet (DOG!), which I can't really do until (a) I have some time to devote to looking for a suitable puppy ('cuz a puppy, though requiring training, will be easier for Betty Boop's cat, Jazz, to accept without either of them dying) and (b) can take the time off to devote to the necessary training/settling-in process.

Although... I am planning on taking the week after my birthday off. Maybe that's something to think about?