Sunday, February 20

Call the wahmbulance

I'm not going to lie, I'm a little bit heartbroken right now.

Yesterday, Mum, S'Dad and I went to the RSPCA to pick up a cat for mum as they're running the SAVE program where, instead of paying $60 for the Adoption Kit and then $160-190 to buy the cat/kitten, you only pay for the Adoption Kit.


Mum's now all new baby gushy because she has a new 9 month old kitty and I'm all wahhhh because I'm not allowed to have pets other then fish or birds in my apartment. Birds freak me out, and you can't hug fish, so that's fucking useless. If I hadn't already asked the real estate agent, I would have just gotten one and played dumb if they ever found out (my lease doesn't say they're not allowed, just that you have to request permission beforehand), but now that I've asked they might be looking out for one when they do inspections. Stupid me.


Not helping the matter is that - I swear to god - one of the cats called me mama while we were in the cages. He was an older cat which is what I wanted, and his name was Mister which is totally my kind of cat name. It was very distinctly mama too, not a mew. Okay, it might have been a twisted mew, but really, sign much? I would totally go into debt for a cat that I believed was calling me mama.


So, now I'm heartbroken and mopey. I knew I was going to be jealous, I wasn't expecting to be actually teary-up upset over it. Such a sap.


So it looks like I'll just have to get pregnant. Or get a boyfriend. Or move to somewhere I can have a cat. I actually think the pregnant part might be the easier option, considering I have zero interest in moving to a house and I'm not interested in the dudes interested in me (and vice versa).


I was semi-joking with mum that I'll show 'em by getting piranhas but the more I read about them, the less interested I am. They would be cool to say "oh yeah, I have pet piranhas, no biggie" but the actual owning of them seems pretty unexciting. They don't do anything when people are watching and they eat live animals more then dead meat, which would freak me out having to handle I think.

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