So I have a confession to make…
Sunday I went over to Jenney’s house after popping into a few stores with Jenney to run a few errands. I held her kitten, Ebony, an all-black and all-loving kitten that sunk into my neck with loud purring. That’s right, friends, I want a furry.
Yes, it’s been almost 3 weeks since Cheddar has been gone. Kinda odd to think about how long it has felt. But I really do want a purry furry for this purry furry friendly house. No, I haven’t talked to Matt. No, the cat can’t be anything but tolerant of huge wolf-like dogs. And no I’m not completely rational in my thought process of getting a cat. And also, no I am not going to run out and buy some cat (Matt sighs as he reads this), but…
Yes, I want a furry. A good one. A lovable one. And just maybe sometime in the near (within a year) future some stray furry from the SPCA or something will find it’s home with us and the wolf. And who knows… just maybe I’ll be able to convince Matt of getting a furry sooner than the “much later” thought process that plagues his responsible self.

= ) I love that man. He keeps me sane.

But sometimes the insane thoughts are fun to dream about.

And watch out Jenney… your kitten just might go missing. ; )

For Renee, Aunt Yvonne and all those whom have been waiting… it had been put in the back of my list of priorities for a while, but my Mom busted out a camera and so I figured I’d post an update despite the funky face I have in the picture. Hehe.

Oh and like I told my mom earlier, today at work a man said to me “Woah! Baby’s coming any day now, huh?”

Hahaha. Really smooth man!

Somewhere between 2.5 to 3 months to go.
And yes, friends, I have just bumped into the third trimester. Or as my fellow-pregnant-office-space-sharer co-worker says, “the home stretch.”