so we stole a cat. i mean, we didn't really steal him. he's been wandering around our neighborhood for about a month. he has followed us on bike rides, walks, and j named him brady awhile ago. j would go out looking for him yelling "brady....brady!"
today brady was here when i got home from work. tried to sneak in the house. and by the time i actually got in the front door, he was meowing at the back. this happened three times today. i would leave and he was always just waiting to follow me up the front steps when i got home.
so we kept him. well, let me say this: it's not for selfless reasons. s and i aren't cat people. we aren't animal people. we're people people. animals has never been our thing. BUT...
a couple weeks ago we had a mouse incident. one that involved tears and steve's bff coming over at 10 pm to take care of business. (yes, s is capable of handling this type of thing on his own. and he would have, had he not been at work.) i'm not proud of how i handled that situation, tears might not have been necessary, but whatever. like i said, i'm not an animal person.
i don't have any pictures yet because i didn't want to get too close.
