Shopping can be exciting. As long as you have money and have previously scouted out some good pieces of clothing before heading to the mall. However, dreams can be shattered if the one thing you like in the store doesn’t fit you. Gosh. That always stinks. However, it’s odd because a lot of the time whenever I have money to spend, or if someone gives me money as a gift, I never find anything that I want. Why is that? Talk about first world problems. When you are so graciously gifted money, you can’t find the things you have always been complaining about wanting.
Well…right now I am sitting next to my niece cat: Dasha. She is pint-sized cat. Quite literally; you could probably stuff her in a pint jar and she would fit just fine. The odd thing is that she is fully grown. My sister Olivia just scared her with a cat drawing. She ran and hid under the couch. I can’t blame her though, the drawing is a creepy Russian rendition of a fluffy house cat. Goodness, only in America are you an aunt to a cat. Olivia, Matisse, and Alexis all have cats. Actually, Lexi has two. Felix, the big boy cat, is a lil’ stinker. Everyone thinks he is so love-y-dove-y, but I think he is secretly planning the demise of us all. Every time he sticks his paw on your face (which everyone thinks is the cutest thing in the world––a litter-covered paw mushed against your face), I can just imagine him saying: “I own you.” We think we own the cat, but the cat really owns us.
Well, that’s all I have for today. We’ll have to see what other ramblings I have for tomorrow.
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