Pusa!

I don't have a pet.  I was close to keeping one illegally while in Chicago but ended up driving down the city to get the bluish little kitten I found under my car to the animal shelter (because I didn't want to break the no pet rules in the apartment).  And when I moved to Grand Rapids and was contemplating on getting my own place, I almost got a house with a yard because I wanted to have a big dog.  My own security reasons made me choose to have a condo instead.  And I thought it would be cruel for a big dog not to have its own yard, so I dropped my intention of having a pet altogether.

Then I met B, who has Keiva.  The Cow Cat.  She actually let me pet her belly the first time I met her.  And now she's used to condo living (the only thing she hasn't gotten use to is the car ride) -- she gets to stay with me in the city when the weather is too warm out for her to enjoy B's yard.  I didn't realize how much a cat sleeps in a day until I was living with one.  And that the cat can have a routine with me around the house.

And look at that pink furry paws!   This pusa is a keeper.

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Pusa on my couch!
July 2012