Well hello there blogosphere. Oh how I tried to resist you....first I succumbed to the stalking thrill of reading other people's blogs, and now I have been sucked into posting my own ramblings for the world to see and stalk as it pleases. But, as John mentioned, I'm very important and was practically begged to join this here blog.

So for my first bit of nonsense, I want to turn to the all important subject of cats. I'm a dog person. I like dogs. Period. Cats--I could do without them. My aversion to cats stems mostly from our childhood devil-cat, Pepper. I just wanted Pepper to be my friend. I wanted to "hug her and squeeze her into itty-bitty pieces!" and throw her over my shoulder and parade her around the house. I wanted to put funny hats on her and wrap her in blankets. I basically wanted to treat Pepper like I did our loving Labrador. Long story short, my brothers called me Elmyra

(yes friends, this is an Animaniacs reference) and the cat hated me. In turn, I hated the cat and most cats I've met since.

So when brother John and my boyfriend decided to get a cat...my first reaction--gross. My mom's ranting about her own hatred for cats only exacerbated the situation. Also, this news came at the end of a week where the office cat, Marigold, had left a pukey surprise on or near my desk every morning. And I had just discovered a tribe of cats living in the vacant house next door to ours.

However, as I was complaining to a coworker, I swear Marigold understood me. She spent the entire day sitting in my lap and loving me, basically trying to prove that her species has some redeeming qualities. I'm not totally convinced, but I am slowly learning to accept that cats are like everywhere I go now. Gross. I mean - fun!