Liz on her first day at my house.
So my dad has to be one of the coolest people I know. We don’t always get along but I know he would do anything for me. Today he brought me a kitten.
I moved into a place of my own in January and this place has been nothing but problems since day one. After a new furnace, new bathroom floor, new plumbing, yeah, just a testament to the greatness of my parents and their willingness to help me out.
So my mom and dad’s neighbor found a cat about a week ago. I’ve been looking for a pet for quite sometime now. I’ve looked at cats at the humane society and haven’t found one that I LOVE. Well Dad gets attached to this kitty right away and he decides she is the kitty for me. So he calls me a few days ago and asks if I want a cat. Well sure, I’ll be home in about a week and a half I’ll pick her up then. Well, she might get to attached to the house dad says. Translation: Dad is worried he is going to get too attached to the kitty. He calls later that night (mom is on a vacation, he’s home alone and bored) I’m bringing you the kitten tomorrow. Ok that’s fine, I’ll be home after eight. (I work the overnight.)
Nex morning, he calls again, the cat isn’t litter box trained, I didn’t really realize they don’t come litter box trained. I’m trying not to giggle, as if cat’s are born litter box trained right? Ok dad, well you decide what you want to do and let me know.
He called yesterday while I was sleeping, so after I got up and got to work I called back. “I’ve decided I’m bringing you the cat tomorrow, I’ll leave when I get up.” Ok then, I’ll be home at 8. So this morning he gets here about nine am with the most adorable kitty, a grill, stuff to fix my stupid, broken door, and a loaf of English muffin bread from the bakery at home. He of course has litter and kitten chow too. He fixes my door, has a cup of coffee, checks out the remodelling in the bedroom and we talk about the cat and then he heads out and tells me to go to bed three different times. He drove 120 miles one way to come spend an hour and a half with me and bring me a cat. So how cool is my dad?
Ok, I’m not totally nuts, he’s lonely and bored without my mom there, so he came to see me. He hardly comes to see me though and he has never come on his own like this. It was pretty darn cool. Of course though, because he is pretty darn cool.
