and there was this Poor Slob Without a Name

I once brought home a cat to my college apartment.

Here it is, asleep in a box.

I was riding my bike to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things so that I could make something wonderfully tasty, I'm sure. I was about to enter the store when I spotted a little cat hiding among the shopping carts. So I snatched up that cat and left with it, foregoing my grocery shopping. I wrapped it in my jacket and put it in my bike basket, and I peddled away.

This bike basket:

That cat was dirty. In fact I couldn't quite handle the smell for fear of losing my lunch. So I put the cat in a box (see top picture), and waited for Robert (who I was dating at the time) to come over after his classes. Robert helped me wash it in the kitchen sink. (Robert doesn't even like cats.) I played with it for a while, but it was a little ornery and floosy and inappreciative of my hospitality. I think it preferred the life of a vagrant. So I let it go.

Can you tell I sometimes struggle to find things to blog about?

Did you ever meet Bart?

Bart is short for Bartholomew.

I may have picked up a little puppy for free from the Wal-Mart parking lot my freshman year of college. 

He may have been cute, but he didn't smell very good, he wasn't potty trained, he whined when no one was home, and, oh yeah, my apartment didn't allow pets so I had to keep him a secret. 

If you are a single college student and one day you decide it would be a good idea to get a puppy, I would probably advise against it. 

Robert doesn't want one of these.

I want this. And it wants me.

Mercedes was the best cat anyway (may she rest in peace) and I don't think there will ever be another to top her.

I'm not a crazy cat lady I promise. I don't like kitten calandars or anything. I just miss having a cat.