Five Point Plan

Okay, first off, I do know the Bonnie Talbot now following me, so I feel like less of a dork. Woot! Does the fact that I have dork points gain me dork points? Pft, my invention, my rules. So, there are many things that I could discuss today. I think I would like to blabber on about... MY CAT! Yes, my cat.

I can’t write a very long post today because I have a sociology paper due in two days. Bleh. I’d rather blog. Let’s face it, I’d rather do just about anything but that. So far I’ve written my intro. My thesis is: “Gender socialization limits the educational possibilities of children as they are affected by gender based streaming, the still prevalent issue of in class sexism and their initial learning which will affect them throughout their academic careers and into the job market.” Something along those lines. Can you feel the enthusiasm radiating... just... radiating.

Anyway about the cat. Here are steps you can use to determine if you spend too much time with your cat. I’m sure this can be applied to other pets but cats are just so darn independent.

1. Your cat seeks you out for a morning hug. Meaning he bashes his head into your bedroom door and meows until you wake up and pick him up.


2. Your cat sits in the chair next to yours at the breakfast counter and doesn’t beg for food.


3. Your cat follows you from room to room when you don’t have food. This includes the bathroom when you make no secret of the fact that you are going to be taking a shower. He also sits in the bathroom until you’re done.


4. Your cat comes when called. Cats don’t do that!


5. Your cat can make himself perfectly understood without having the ability to talk. Meeko swats and scurries away. Gallops is a more appropriate description... what with the saddlebags.

Yeah, my cat does all of these things. I am so not kidding when I say that I’m on my way to being a cat lady. That or he’s giving me some of the basics into parenting... what a scary thought. I require a partner before any childrearing will occur. Thus far there are no prospects of a partner and therefore children are not on my agenda.

Anyway, this is Meeko and that thing on his right, that’s my bedroom door. He started banging his head into the door shortly afterward. My mom took the picture rather than shooing him away.

Oh Meeko... Look how his feet disappear. Hehe! I love my fat cat.

Lauren.