I've been wanting a kitten, so what the hell. My life's changing anyway, right? Boyfriend is not exactly thrilled, but he's being a good sport. I'm sure he will love Tucker when he meets him, though. How can you not love a little guy that chews on walls and chases chair legs?
Last night, he thought my eyelid was a toy... because it was moving.
Update 12/7/2011
I've realized after watching Tucker for the last couple days, that he lives his life in a series of 'Versus'. For example:
Tucker VS. Ball
Tucker VS. Shoe
Tucker VS. Tail
Tucker VS. Wall
Tucker VS. Kitty Litter (and subsequently, anything that might be in the litter box)
Tucker VS. Air
(There's also a "Tucker Smash!" that Broomie and I made up yesterday. This refers to when Tucker chases your feet and/or nothing, then either gets kicked, tripped over and/or smashes right into whatever large object was in the way of his projected route)
This might be because he is a kitten and wants to play with everything. But I'm wondering if there's some life lesson in here for me. Like maybe I need to take my life more as a series of 'versus', too. Break things down a little bit, rather than freaking out about everything all at once.
So, right now, it's Pluck VS. Wednesday... and Pluck VS. Step One of Neck Injury Resolution.
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