scout

can you picture the position i'm in if i say that i'm laying in bed holding a stuffed animal? probably. so that's how i'm laying last night, but i wasn't holding a stuffed animal, i was holding my cat. it was the most precious thing that has ever happened to me. she woke me up at 5 a.m. to nuzzle, but how could i be upset with that? it was almost a relief when she decided to move, because i sure as hell was not going to ruin our arrangement. i just hoped she'd want to move by the time i had to get up.

i've always liked dogs better than cats, despite my name. but i have never loved an animal like i love scout. it's unreal. and she loves me, too, which is the probably the craziest part. this little tiny creature cannot be close enough to me to suit her. i'm probably the most important person in her life, oh my gosh what a responsibility. what else could i need?

i'm so excited about taking her with me to grad school (if i ever actually make it there). i don't care how new and scary a place is going to be, or how alone i'll feel, i can come home to my kitten. she's already been a comfort so far this year, and as impossible as it seems to me, i love her more all the time. such a good companion. is it weird to be so crazy about a pet?

loving a child is going to be completely overwhelming.