Needs more happy pics!
A proper pet.For a more cheerful story about cats, one of the first conversations I can remember with one of my exes was him showing up in the common room of our dorm one night asking if we had anything to eat. I ended up making him something, and we had the following conversation:
"Thanks, I don't have anything back at my place except for cat food."
"Why... do you have cat food in your dorm?"
"In case I see a kitty."
After that several times we ended up going to find food for feral cats on campus. A year or so later, this constant preparedness would come in handy. Someone discovered a yearling cat wandering in one of the parking lots, and we took it back to our dorm (where no pets were allowed, but it was a small house with only about 22 people, so we could get away with it for a while.) The kitty lived in the downstairs girls' triple, and people would drop by there to visit it while we put up flyers and tried to figure out if it was just lost or really abandoned.
My ex developed a lifelong animosity with another one of our dorm-mates based on the fact that the other guy played with the cat slightly too roughly... he would pick it up and let it flip in the air to land on its feet. The cat seemed only very slightly irritated by this, but my ex never forgave that guy. Years later, whenever he comes up, my ex rages "why do you still talk with him?"
Eventually we either found the cat's owner or gave him to a professor to look after, once the RA 'fuzz' got onto us. Stupid no pets in student housing rule.
Modifié par CulturalGeekGirl, 30 juin 2011 - 01:51 .