October 22, 2005

So I think I got a cat.....
I know that I should know whether or not I actually got one but basically he kinda wandered his way into my life and I'm not sure if I get to keep him or not.

Thursday night at work the security guard let us know that he had locked a cat in the break room so that it would be safe from the coyotes for the night. Vanessa and I said hello to him and then went home for the night. The next day I got a call before I came into work asking me to bring in cat food as the cat was still around.

He stuck around all day playing in the Hacienda and the garden. After a couple of hours he was gone and we figured he had gone home or wandered off. We all wanted him back as we thoguht he would make a great Ranch cat. At about 4pm the security guard let us know that he had been wandering around the construction area and he had put him in his truck so that he didn't get run over. I took him back up to the Hacienda and he continued to play with the staff.

I was a little worried about him staying at The Ranch as if he snuck off during the night there was a good possiblility that he would be attacked by coyotes and if not the next day he might go playing in the construction yard again. So yep, he ended up at home with me. Hence why I think I got a cat.

I don't really know how I feel about it. I miss Ribbon and it was weird last night to have a cat in my room that wasn't him. He's a little love bug though. Very sweet. I'm kinda hoping we find his owners though. He had a collar on with no tags and he obviously belongs to someone. We called the cat shelter and left our name saying that we had found a cat. I also made some posters and am putting them up at the local coffee shops hoping that his owners will see it.

I just thought that when I got another cat I would pick it out and I would get a kitten. I dunno. It's bizarre.

Michael wanted to name him Izzy as in Isador. Lauren thought we should name his Sid for Ysidro, but if no one claims him, and I will keep him if no one claims him, I think I'll call him Micha. I always wanted to name a black cat Begira (from the Jungle Book), but it doesn't suit him.

So yea. I think I have a cat. Here's a picture of him. Michael put one of the pet shirts on him on Friday. If I felt secure enough that he would be okay at The Ranch from coyotes and all the cars on property I would be all for him being permanently at The Ranch. As of right now I don't know if I'll be disappointed or relieved if I find his owners.

Posted by nuala at 08:21 PM
October 01, 2005

I am never allowed to drink again. Ever. It's 9am. I'm really hungover and I'm at work. I'm completly useless. All I can think about is bed.

Next time I need to eat before I drink. No eating makes my headache ten times worse. Wait no. Never drinking again.

The coffee isn't kicking in. Damnit (Janet).

Posted by nuala at 08:58 AM