A Confession

Well, I have to confess...there's another woman in my life. She's petite, athletic, fun-loving, affectionate, and very fuzzy. Her name is Clara - and she's our new cat! Woo-hoo! Zoe and I have wanted a cat for quite a while, but circumstances have prevented it till now. After a few weeks of preparation, we went to the Houston SPCA and found her. Zoe, in particular, has been looking at kittens, but I think Clara is a nice compromise between little fuzzball and stable, mature feline. She wasn't shy at all when we met her in the 'get-to-know-you' room - she just started purring and climbing all over us. I was hooked.

Being the responsible people that we are, we're picking her up in a few days so she can be fixed (a side note - a strange euphemism for spaying that I've seen thrown around is altered - as in, abducted by aliens and altered - I mean, who comes up with this stuff?). But we've got our new pet carriers, litter box, food bowls, and assorted goodies all ready to go. When I was a kid growing up with cats, my parents could never get me to feed the cat or scoop the litter or trim the nails, and here I am, chomping at the bit. I can't wait!

(Oh, and we'll put up a better picture as soon as we can - this one's from the SPCA website.)