A Cat in the Hand...

Hello readers,

There is nothing like having a cat in the house. I don't even need to have the cat sitting on the couch with me. I don't need the cat to be cuddled up to me. I don't even need to see the cat to be happy. I just need to know it's there.

I love cats. I love dogs too, don't get me wrong and I wouldn't define myself as either a dog or a cat person solely, but given the choice between a cat and a dog, I would probably choose a cat. I know some people think they're stand-offish and are only good pets when it suits their needs, but I've never met a cat I didn't like. Even working at a kennel where cats' worst personalities come out, I've always had a soft-spot for those fluffy felines.

I'm cat-sitting for my sister while she's chilling at the cottage. Alex is this beautiful little calico cat who has short hair and sheds like a little monster. She's got a very welcoming personality, very sweet, and very personable. She's a great cat to be cat-sitting.

She is not, however, my Oliver. Don't get me wrong, Alex is great, but there's nothing like cuddling with my Oliver. I even love his annoying little meow that my parents, my brother, and my soon-to-be sister-in-law HATE. He sounds a little effeminate, but it's adorable. And I miss him. As much as I want him to move out East with me (and my mother would be more than happy to shove him in a box and FedEx him out here pronto!) I imagine that where ever I'm living come September will not allow pets, and to be honest, it would be cruel to Oliver. He's an indoor farm cat (if such a thing exists). He likes to be able to go outside whenever he wants (and his little meow will definitely tell you when wants out) but also like to have a house to sleep in and take refuge in. A little condo in downtown Toronto would just not do him justice.

So, until I live somewhere that Oliver will appreciate (and mark my words, when I figure out where I'm going to live after my Masters, I'm going to find a place I can take Oliver with me) my parents, my brother, and my soon-to-be sister-in-law will just have to obey his beck and call and love him ten-fold in my absence, and I will have to do with my sister's cat as a stand-in for my love of felines.

Cheers,
Cait

Quick Update

Hello!

So, if it hasn't been apparent so far, I have been neglecting this blog. Completely and absolutely. I'm tracing it back to my deep-seated love of my summer so far. I think I tend to use writing and blogging as an escape from the mundane, or from discontent, I dunno. So far though, I've really needed no escape. I also realize that my productivity tends to plummet during the summer, and when the space around me is dishevelled and disorganized. Case in point:

My room.

As my mother can now attest, having seen the wonders of my tiny residence in Ottawa through the magic of Skype, my living space is a pig sty. It's hard to feel inspired when I'd rather burn my room to the ground and start over, than clean it up.

So, I'm going to get cleaning tonight. After cleaning, hopefully I'll be able to write something far more substantial than a cleaning plan.

I'm also going to have a sit down at some point with the roommates to discuss the common living space in our residence. While my room is a pigsty, I keep everything I commonly share with my roommates quite clean. I clean up my dishes, I don't leave my crap lying around. This is not a common theme amongst some of my flatmates and it needs to stop. How I'll approach them, I'm not quite sure, but it'll happen. First, though, I need to clean my personal space. I really should set a good example before I approach others.

Until later,

Cait