June 26th, 2008
Well. No word yet from Workaholic Landlord and that can only mean one thing, because it simply isn’t possible that he hasn’t seen my email yet: he has planned to say NO to cat but can’t be bothered because he’s too busy adjusting his monocle and chortling over the credit crash in the States (WL surely prefers to buy low?).
Or, he wants to say YES to cat but really, really wants it to be super special for me and he’s planning a surprise party in which there will be dozens of cats for me to lounge with and select my favourite from. There will be punch and cookies and music and a representative of every cat breed and colour!
Denial. It makes the world go round.
Here’s some more: If we’re allowed to get a cat, it looks like what we’ll do is head down to the SPCA and select from among the adult cats, you know, the ones that are doomed for the big Dirt Nap because everyone wants a fluffy kitten. Of course I can’t totally rule out being brain-commandeered by a fluffy kitten if I see one but my intentions are noble. Also, since Husband is, at best, indifferent to cats, I figure an adult would be the best introduction to them. No zany kitten antics.
Sigh. Back to reality.
First no dog, and now no cat? Should I downgrade my request? Maybe next I could ask for a hamster. If he still says no then I could ask for a lizard, then a bird, then a goldfish, then finally perhaps an aphid on a blade of grass in a tupperware jar.
Sea Monkeys?
~ I.