First off....I wouldn't necessarily really classify myself as a "cat lady". Hey, just because I'm 30, single, and have 2 cats doesn't really qualify me for that term, right?
About 8pm I got home, and as usual, I was talking on my cell phone, walking up to the front door of my apartment, when out of the corner of my eye what do I see? Oh sweet Lord in Heaven....Cheese, my orange kitten is sitting outside my door. When he sees me he takes off towards the pond and I start to freak out. I'm on the phone with Sherrell and I kept saying "Oh no...oh my Lord, my cat is out of the apartment." My heart was pounding. All I could think was that maintenance had come in sometime today, Cheese had escaped and now he was out by the pond. That naturally led me to wonder if Crackers was somewhere out in the freezing night, too. I started calling out to Cheese - loudly...very loudly. Sherrell is talking in my ear, telling me to hurry and look in the apartment. I put my key in - and my door won't open. I tried again and the door wouldn't open still. So, I took the key out and tried again. The door flew open and there sits Cheese right at the door looking at me. I promise you that cat was looking at me like I had lost my mind. He then bolts for the pond.
So, in the end it wasn't my cat, but dear Lord, I thought I was going to panic. I just knew that maintenance had let my cats out and I would never again feel comfortable leaving them out in the apartment while we were gone. So now I am sitting on the couch and Cheese and Crackers are here sleeping and I am having a hard time knowing that poor cat is outside in the cold. He looked healthy, so I'm hoping someone is looking for him. Before June, when we got Cheese and Crackers the kittens, I would've felt bad for the cat, but wouldn't have considered going back out to get him. Heck, before June, I was pretty certain I didn't like cats much at all. I guess maybe in the end - I might be becoming a cat lady. Oh no. I'm completely going to take JD's advice. Last night, we were sitting on the couch and I was talking on the phone to one of my friends. JD says "Hey, Mama, you're young...you really need to get out." Nice. Nothing like feeling pressure from the 11 year old. =)
On a different note...I finally set up a blog. I think I used to have one, but I never really used it. Maybe I will start to blog here every now and again.
