last week i set a date: on wednesday i would reintegrate toonses into conventional society. i bought him a cute little travel tent, which seemed more mobile than the schnauzer carrying case i've used six other times to move him to a new home. [one time i put him on my lap for the two mile drive and we weren't yet in reverse when he made two shits on my jeans.] the tent holds a cat up to 25 pounds -- i added 'give or take' in my head -- and will really come in handy if the three of us go camping this summer in the wisconsin dells.
this "reintegration" date had me a bit mental and unable to sleep on tuesday. i ADD'd all over the apartment and had you cranked open the roof of my brain you would have seen a lot of flourecent colors spinning and ideas being shot into the air like paint balls until i finally resigned to drugging myself comatose -- where i stayed until 4 p.m. truthfully, i'm feeling guilty that i am apparently a package deal because of a silly whim when i was 22. and the only thing that makes me feel better is that my silly whim isn't an 11 year old child fresh from a juvenile detention facility or a tattoo the size of a gravy boat on the small of my back.
i also feel guilty for not being a cat person, but i'll save that for my feelings journal.
unlike most 11 year olds, toonses did not want to get into the tent. he told me this by squealing and extending his toenails ferociously. i called my landlord, who loves manhandling toonses, and it was still tricky and resembled wrestlemania III but it worked. landlord carried the growling package to the car and cooed through the vynal window for the mile drive. we brought him inside the house, and he skulked along the baseboards, dusting hard to reach places.
i showed toonses where he would be eating and crapping and i just hope he doesn't get these places confused. then i brushed him for about 45 minutes, long enough to harvest another whole cat, and he laid on my bladder while we watched a movie. he seems to like it here. he had the same wide-eyed wonder i had the first time i visited this apartment ... and, well, every day since.
and with that, i'm a cat blogger.