Kitty cats.

I got some big news today. I've been approved to be a foster home for cats, I am very excited. Originally, I wanted to adopt a Haitian, what with the adoption laws being set aside for all of the poor little orhpans over there right now. I pictured myself being just like Sandra Bullock. I would raise the little Haitian to be very athletic, and dress him all cute and classy, just like myself obviously. To keep him on the right path I would read him horror stories at night about people like Tiger and Magic Johnson, and a couple years down the road they might have made a movie about me even, could have been called The Quake Side. But, Sara suggested I start with a cat or a dog before I try to adopt a child. So after a long chat with the ladies at Kitty City, they said that after I take a few classes I will be able to bring kittys into my home! I've even volunteered to take the classes so I can take kittens in that require bottle feeding. The ladies just warned me that I can't get too attached to the babies. I do struggle with this, like my cat Chula I found in the gutter by my house that I let sleep in my bed with me even though my parents said not to bring it in the house. Well the joke was on me, Chula gave me a pretty bad rash on my arm, commonly known as ring worm I guess.... I hated to start off my freshman year of college with a rash, I thought that wasn't supposed to come until a few weeks into college. So now I just have to make my apt cat friendly, which won't be too hard. I'll just dig out all of my old cat posters and cat quotes and hang them around, one of my personal favorites:
"Cats are like Lays potatoe chips. You can't have just one." Classic.
The shelter asked how many cats I could take in at once. I have a pretty small apartment, so I said seven or eight would be the max probably. Hopefully Sara won't mind a litterbox or two in the living room.