So finally the time has passed and one year later Daniel and I have survived the Dreaded First Year of Marriage. We topped off the end of the honeymoon with cutting of the top of our wedding cake. Everyone told us it would be bad and dried out, but low and behold it tasted fresh and moist. We thought it was better than the cakes we just recently baked.
Daniel loves to have pictures with his tongue hanging out. He tried the cake first and didn't die or pull a nasty face, so I figured I was safe.
Finally after all the drama--He is here! Our beautiful tabby has come to Hotlanta to drive Daniel and me nuts. We stressed out on what to name him.. We decided on Dostoevsky with the nickname of Dos. Honestly how are we to get mad at a cat with four syllables in his name. Most everyone thinks it is a weird name or that we are intellectual snobs/nerds. This cat however is completely crazy (so he fits in quite well in our house) because he will randomly get spooked and run around the house. He recently ransacked my jewelry and has dragged it around the house. He seems to enjoy plastic spoons which Daniel plays fetch with him. He also has a fetish with plastic bags; he slips in and out of them, lays on them, and shreds them. He enjoys attacking hands underneath the blanket which has left Daniel and me scratches all over our hands.
Oh, and he also likes sleeping in the bathtub.
It has been since I was born that I have never had a normal animal. My first cat that I remember was completely onery. He would do the most obnoxous things like you would be sleeping in Saturday morning and all of sudden you couldn't breathe because you had a fat furry thing on your face. If looks could kill, my cat, Pushie, would have killed you, clawed you then lit you on fire. In the end he beat up every cat on the block, and eventually at the ripe old age of 17 he contracted FIV (AIDS). What kind of animal contracts AIDS??? Daniel jokes that it wasn't fights that Pushie was getting into, but promiscuous sex. Now we come to my dog, Cody, who is neurotic about everything. To this day he has separation anxiety; he makes all kinds of racket when you leave or take him anywhere. My favorite, howeve
r sad, is that he is deaf. You could be having a rock concert and he wouldn't know, but you are watching TV and he comes a running like you called him. He is the only animal I know to get sea sick in a land locked state. Poor guy's eyes were rolling in his head and he couldn't walk straight, and kept thrown' up. I think he is going on 14 years (my pets don't die either). Now you can see why I was reluctant to get a cat because I was just sure that he would be completely crazy, mean, and get some sort of crazy disease. Well, I finally figured out the deficiencies of my cat, Dos. He can't tell if he is a cat, d
og, or kid. He comes when you whistle, waits for you to come home at the door, and follows you from room to room. He acts like a kid because he throws temper tantrums if he doesn't get attention, likes empty boxes better than the toy that you bought him, and doesn't meow, but some weird purreow(its the only way to explain it; he runs and does it . The cat in however shines through and through. He LOVES to shred everything, mostly boxes, but if he wants to play at midnight he starts to shred the bed and he knows I'm out of bed like a flash. Daniel needed a friend while I was gone, so I let him get a cat knowing someway that either I would make it insane, or it would start out insane.
Daniel loves to have pictures with his tongue hanging out. He tried the cake first and didn't die or pull a nasty face, so I figured I was safe.
r sad, is that he is deaf. You could be having a rock concert and he wouldn't know, but you are watching TV and he comes a running like you called him. He is the only animal I know to get sea sick in a land locked state. Poor guy's eyes were rolling in his head and he couldn't walk straight, and kept thrown' up. I think he is going on 14 years (my pets don't die either). Now you can see why I was reluctant to get a cat because I was just sure that he would be completely crazy, mean, and get some sort of crazy disease. Well, I finally figured out the deficiencies of my cat, Dos. He can't tell if he is a cat, d
og, or kid. He comes when you whistle, waits for you to come home at the door, and follows you from room to room. He acts like a kid because he throws temper tantrums if he doesn't get attention, likes empty boxes better than the toy that you bought him, and doesn't meow, but some weird purreow(its the only way to explain it; he runs and does it . The cat in however shines through and through. He LOVES to shred everything, mostly boxes, but if he wants to play at midnight he starts to shred the bed and he knows I'm out of bed like a flash. Daniel needed a friend while I was gone, so I let him get a cat knowing someway that either I would make it insane, or it would start out insane.
