It was Love at First Sight

Adam rarely shows any real interest at anything I have ever bought for him,with the exception of food. Toys and other stuff do not mean anything to him, even when he was a kitten. Case in point: Last week I bought him a scratching post and thought he would love it. But the moment he saw it, he ran away as fast as he could and couldn’t even bear to spare it a glance. Let alone go near it. The way he reacted, you’d think the scratching post would suddenly morph into one huge monster and run after him. Why did I even get my hopes up about this?

But then I saw a couple of pictures of him which my sister took. He was happily playing with a umbrella. Do you know what this means? Adam has found a plaything! He did not run away from something but instead chose to actually interact with it! What a milestone! There is hope for him yet! Miracles do happen!

I reckon that it was love at first sight for Adam when he saw that umbrella.

Adam and the Umbrella Part I
"You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, ey ey ey!"
Adam and the Umbrella Part II
"I love this umbrella!"
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The Day I Thought It Was Wednesday

Today is Wednesday. I thought all along it was Wednesday. But then my mother and my sister –

My mother and my sister were one stop short from going up in arms about how I got the day wrong. Today is THURSDAY.

But of course. Of course it’s Thursday and of course I was one day behind in my own little world.

That kitten. He just isn’t as frisky as he used to be when I left last night. Now he’s all sleep and baby meows. I worry.

Then there’s “True Blood.” I must’ve been watching too much of it, as I woke up thinking I was in the parking lot of Merlotte’s. And then somewhere in my head I would think, “Where’s Bill?” Only to realize I am going to be late for work if I don’t get my butt out of the bed RIGHT THAT INSTANCE.

The Usual Saturday. Except…

I found myself spending around 12 hours in my office most days this week. It’s weird…

I only had an hour’s worth of sleep last Monday and it feels like until now I haven’t yet recovered from that lack of sleep. I thought I’d be sleeping the whole Saturday away but here I am, at past 1 in the morning, and I just woke up. The good news is that: One – I have chocolate-covered marshmallows stashed in the fridge. Two – I have coffee stashed in my bag.

I was going to go for a McDonald’s delivery (Yes, I love McDonald’s) but changed my mind when I saw that my wallet’s cash still had to survive two more days of work until my next payday.

Right now I’m just surfing the web. I even managed to stumble into a good horror blog – Love train for the Tenebrous Empire – through Twitter. My cat is asleep and I’m hoping to high heavens that he won’t wake up until after another couple of hours or so. I have shut the bathroom door in case he decides to be in the Dora the Explorer mood and accidentally drops himself into the toilet bowl. That happened to the cat while I was at work and my sister was kind enough to bathe it. Regardless, I do NOT want a repeat of that dropping-into-the-toilet-bowl episode.