We have a cat!!
And when I say we, I mean we. Michael might have paid for her, but I just spent a small fortune on food, litter and toys. Besides, she loves me best.
Now, you may be wondering, how on earth did you convince Michael to get a cat? And aren't you a dog person? Both of these questions come down to a small rodent problem. Michael and I prefer dogs, but we are both animal people. We become pro-cat when we go to sleep at night and hear little mouse legs scamper across the inside of the walls. Not anymore! Now, their days are numbered.
The trip to the Cheatham County Animal Control was not an easy one. We had originally looked online and found a cat named Lucy, but by the time we got there, Lucy was no more. This devestated me initially, but I held it together. We decided to get a cat, and not a kitten. I believe this was a good choice, as the worker who handled our adoption was so excited, and told us that adult cats never get adopted. So I'm glad we saved little Lizzy from death row! On another note, Animal Shelters are important places, but are the most devastatingly depressing places ever! The women there were so nice and helpful. I really don't know how they do it. I would be a complete wreck if I worked there!
We named her on a whim, while we were waiting for the papers to be filled out. Lucy was one of the options, but that made me sad. Michael suggested Oreo, but I'm not sure that one was right either. I thought Ryder was a sexy name, but it was more for a boy and not for a girl. We decided Lizzy fit her best.
She is currently sleeping on the bed next to Michael, and seems incredibly happy with her new home!