Life, Love, and Everything else!: What happens when I'm awake late at night?

I blog! Yes, that's me. I'm the woman with nothing better to do at night than sit on my computer and talk about myself. Sometimes I look back at what I've written and think, "Wow, I must have been REALLY tired!" Other times I'm thankful for the sleepy, stupor-induced honesty. I have no idea who actually reads my blog. I think most people who do, find my subject matter awkward and would rather not comment or bring it up. I talk about a lot of personal feelings; a lot of taboo subjects; a lot of nothing. I still don't know if I'm writing for me or for you. Every once in a while, I go back and take a look at something from a year ago to see where I was in my life and how I was feeling. Most of the time I can't even remember writing it. It's like I'm reading someone else's journal. If you ever want a chronological list of all your mistakes and shortcomings, this is the way to go!

Have I ever mentioned my super-sized cat on here? We own a cat who is basically Garfield, just a different color. She is huge, lazy, self-centered, and she loves lasagna. (She actually loves to eat anything.) Her name is Cally, and she wasn't always such a lard butt. In the winter of 07-08, our first cat, "Kitty," ran away. She was the meanest thing you've ever seen in your life, but we loved her and it was heartbreaking. We looked everywhere for her. On a few occasions, we checked the local shelter to see if she turned up, but she never did. That's where we met Cally. I started thinking about getting another cat, but I wasn't really committed to the idea. I would go to the shelter and check the cages for Kitty, but deep down I knew she was gone. I started to enjoy petting the other cats and playing with them. I held Cally a few times. She was bony and ugly, and I didn't really feel a connection with her. One day I went to the shelter and there was a paper on her cage. It was a description of her, with a note that said, "5 days left." I realized that this sweet kitty was about to be euthanized. I talked to the caretaker, who informed me that five different families had adopted her, but changed their minds and brought her back. How sad! I adopted her that very day. She was so shy and scared for the first few days. She didn't even make any sounds when she meowed. Her hair was thin. You could feel her bones when you held her. She is missing a few teeth, so she drooled everywhere. And thanks to the lovely shelter diet she had been living on, she had awful gas. But everyone agreed that she was the most loving cat on the earth. All she has ever wanted is to be held and loved. It doesn't matter who you are, you're her best friend. She has come a very long way from being the bony little kitty I adopted, but she is still a sweetheart and I love her.