Kitty Litter
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Bridesmaid Hell
Since nothing I was about to post was cheerful, here's something that made me laugh: Bridesmaid Dresses from Hell! (I'm not allowed to copy the photos so you'll just have to click the link).
It simply proves that some brides really do choose dresses for bridesmaids to look better than them...except for the one photo where the bride looks just as bad as her bridesmaid. ;p
Feel free to post sniggers here. But don't gloat too hard, as June's coming up :D
It simply proves that some brides really do choose dresses for bridesmaids to look better than them...except for the one photo where the bride looks just as bad as her bridesmaid. ;p
Feel free to post sniggers here. But don't gloat too hard, as June's coming up :D
Labels: funny photos, links
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Choices
It's never easy dealing with your own mistakes, is it?
This morning, I heard a kitten squealing outside our house. Going outside to investigate, I found a tiny black kitten in a grassy patch across our house. It was about a month old, eyes wide open, at that age when they are cutest. It eagerly scrambled towards me, so eager was it for human company.
I've always wanted a black cat, and since I am a cat lover with no cat of her own (my cat was banished by my lola, who owns the house I live in--and now, my ex-cat doesn't recognize me anymore), I've keenly felt that lack in my life. And here was a tiny kitten, at that cute, staggering age, coming towards me, trying to chase me across the road, wanting to be with me.
When I picked the kitten up, it stopped mewing and purred. It was a bit dirty, but its shoebutton eyes were open wide. I wanted to take it home, because if you've ever felt what it's like to have a tiny animal love you completely, then you have found a fragment of happiness.
But I stopped. My lola is already furious at the number of cats we have, and some are badly behaved. My mom's already got fourteen cats (including two tiny kittens, one of which needs vet help for her eyes), so I had no one to turn to. Few people I know are happy about the prospect of taking in a mouth to feed, a creature to be responsible for, and I was forbidden to take in another cat at the pain of losing car privileges, and possibly being thrown out.
So I walked away.
I told myself the kitten would be okay. A neighbor a few houses down took many strays in, and I was sure the kitten would find its way there. Besides, I've gotten into trouble countless times for impulse decisions I've made, so I thought I'd do the grownup thing and walk away. You can't save them all, I told myself.
A little while later, after I'd bathed, I got our housekeeper to come out with me and check on the kitten. I came out the gate and saw our neighbor's car, and another car, and assumed the motor sounds drowned the poor thing's cries.
As we exited the gate, I noticed that the kitten's mewing had stopped.
There was a tiny black corpse on the road. It had been trying to cross the road.
I fled to the office, knowing no one would be there. And I can't understand why this death upsets me so. Maybe it's because I know that if I'd followed my impulse, for once, something good might have come out of the whole thing.
This morning, I heard a kitten squealing outside our house. Going outside to investigate, I found a tiny black kitten in a grassy patch across our house. It was about a month old, eyes wide open, at that age when they are cutest. It eagerly scrambled towards me, so eager was it for human company.
I've always wanted a black cat, and since I am a cat lover with no cat of her own (my cat was banished by my lola, who owns the house I live in--and now, my ex-cat doesn't recognize me anymore), I've keenly felt that lack in my life. And here was a tiny kitten, at that cute, staggering age, coming towards me, trying to chase me across the road, wanting to be with me.
When I picked the kitten up, it stopped mewing and purred. It was a bit dirty, but its shoebutton eyes were open wide. I wanted to take it home, because if you've ever felt what it's like to have a tiny animal love you completely, then you have found a fragment of happiness.
But I stopped. My lola is already furious at the number of cats we have, and some are badly behaved. My mom's already got fourteen cats (including two tiny kittens, one of which needs vet help for her eyes), so I had no one to turn to. Few people I know are happy about the prospect of taking in a mouth to feed, a creature to be responsible for, and I was forbidden to take in another cat at the pain of losing car privileges, and possibly being thrown out.
So I walked away.
I told myself the kitten would be okay. A neighbor a few houses down took many strays in, and I was sure the kitten would find its way there. Besides, I've gotten into trouble countless times for impulse decisions I've made, so I thought I'd do the grownup thing and walk away. You can't save them all, I told myself.
A little while later, after I'd bathed, I got our housekeeper to come out with me and check on the kitten. I came out the gate and saw our neighbor's car, and another car, and assumed the motor sounds drowned the poor thing's cries.
As we exited the gate, I noticed that the kitten's mewing had stopped.
There was a tiny black corpse on the road. It had been trying to cross the road.
I fled to the office, knowing no one would be there. And I can't understand why this death upsets me so. Maybe it's because I know that if I'd followed my impulse, for once, something good might have come out of the whole thing.
