March 31st is a very special day, FiC fans. My darling Clementine turns ONE today!
Tuesday is my slow training day, so we got to have a little birthday breakfast celebration. Yes, I know, I’m ridiculous. And I couldn’t give two f**** less…
Noshing on the counter was allowed today.
And that little mouse you see in the picture? That’s a dog toy. Because those of you who know her, know she’s basically a dog…and part human.
So in honor of her bday, here’s nine things my cat has taught me about myself:
1. I just thought I knew responsibility…
There’s regular responsibility, and then there’s real-life-this-cat’s-life-is-in-your-hands responsibility. Shit gets real when you bring a baby kitten home. By yourself.
2. I’m a patient person.
Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither were Clementine’s manners. Lord help me.
3. I’m overprotective.
I could go into details on this one, but I’ll spare myself the embarrassment. God bless my future children.
4. And speaking of that, apparently I do want to be a mom.
After the shitstorms I put my parents through, the thought of raising a child use to make me cringe. Who woulda thought a cat would change my mind? **Disclaimer: I DON’T WANT A CHILD RIGHT NOW; I’M JUST SAYIN. So don’t go stirrin’ the pot, gossipites.
5. I am easily entertained.
Who needs TV when you’ve got a cat?
6. I was missing out on true joy, and I had no idea.
7. I’m a nerd.
In all, I’ve probably spent 48 hours researching facts about cats. Just call me the cat whisperer… Actually, don’t. Just accept the fact that I’m a nerd, and move on.
8. I’m a big fan of unconditional love.
And you really don’t know unconditional love until you’ve had a pet. (I know you love me unconditionally too, family and Boyfriend. But this post is about Clemmie.)
9. I’m not the only one who loves cat naps.
It runs in the family.
Happy 1st Birthday, Clementine!