Farthead

Emily had been wanting a kitten for some time now. My husband is not a cat person, so I had been trying to find a way to convince him to let her get one. Every time I would bring it up, he would change the subject.

I still had hope though, and checked out the paper and pet stores weekly for kittens. We thought that maybe if we just got one, he would just have to deal with it.

One day, while at the pet store, we came across some cute kittens. I chickened out and didn't just buy one, but instead, we came home and brought it up to him. Surprisingly, he said "ok" and I about fell over. I asked why he changed his mind and he said that he might as well give in because he wouldn't win anyway-smart guy.

So, we went back a couple of days later and they were all gone! My daughter was heartbroken. We had already bought all the supplies and food, but now no kitten. Then, we ended up finding this little guy.

I wasn't too thrilled getting a male, but he seemed pretty tame. Emily named him Sam.

I, on the other hand, will be calling him

FARTHEAD.

I have never met a cat (or human) that farts as much as this 1/2 pound fluff ball. I have been forced to keep a can of air freshener on my desk for immediate use if needed. Now, the dog no longer gets blamed when that silent, but deadly, odor appears while the family is watching a movie in the family room.

This dust bunny does.

Maybe I should have listened to my husband about cats.

Reborn

Sadly, I've neglected this blog. I think I was too busy having a brain overload borderline nervous breakdown. I just couldn't write, no matter how much I tried. I just felt depressed every time I tried to write for some reason.

And I had a lot to write about. Could have made you laugh, cry and feel sorry for me. For some reason, though, I just couldn't do it.

I think I'm better again. I feel good about writing again and catching up with old friends. Maybe it's the cozy feeling of fall around the corner that makes me want to sit in front of the computer and spill my guts about my life. Who knows.

At any rate, I'm back again and I hope you will come visit again. I will catch you up on what's been happening with me, like my regret of getting a studio-did I really need one? My oldest still having crisis after crisis, and my son's discovery of a social life. Oh, let's not forget little Emily. She's a week's worth of blogging alone!

Have a great weekend and stop by on Monday-I'll be here! :)