Yes, some of you may be wondering what possessed me to do something like this again. Let me explain…
After we lost our beloved Foozle a little over a year ago, I honestly didn’t know if I wanted to get another cat. First of all, there’s the grieving. Then when I thought about starting over, the cons included (and sorry to say, there are some cons to having a pet, though I also believe that the pros far outweigh the cons) not being able to take nice long vacations without arranging for a housesitter, potential 5 a.m. breakfast wake-ups (Foozle was an expert at this—she had a variety of techniques from the gentle paw on the nose trick to rattling the blinds. None were appreciated.), and possible damage to that which we just renovated/replaced over the last year. Especially the grasscloth in the living room. Oh yes, and then there is that—ahem—collection of yarn I have.
On the other hand, Bug certainly and finally was old enough to take care of and love a pet. And she really wanted a pal. And honestly, I was kind of lonely, too, during the school year. Even though I was always working and running errands, it was wonderful to have my sweet Foofoo around. And she knew to stay away from the yarn.
But when we saw little Miss Lucy at the Humane Society, it just seemed right.
So here we go again…
By the way, I just wanted to thank all of you who read my ramblings and especially thank those of you who take a moment to comment. It’s so gratifying to know that this blog isn’t just floating around out there, because if nobody cared to read it, I’d certainly spend more time knitting. Anyway, thanks!