Just when I think things can't get any odder around my home, my son yells from downstairs, "Hey mom! There's a cat in the house- that's not ours!"
I immediately decide to blame it on Josh, coming home from watching the Pats game with some friends last night, probably not noticing one of the neighborhood cats sneaking in. They are always at our door looking for a home to come into.
But in fact it turns out it was hanging around the restaurant the entire night and the owner decided it must be a stray. Since Josh lived the closest he took it home with plans to bring it to the shelter the following day.
It's been a while since we had any animals in the house. Corbin's poor gecko only lasted about two months and before that we housed my Mom's cat for a year until she was in an apartment that allowed animals.
I'm not a huge animal lover. Just putting that out there.
So I wasn't thrilled about our visitor, even if it was only for a short while.
That is until I was up in the bathroom brushing my teeth and I heard this running commentary from Brian: "A cat. It cat. Hi cat. It a cat. Hi cat. A cat. It cat.". It made me think of our friend Audrey, who just loves cat (okay, so we've never met her in real life but I consider her and her mom friends anyways). It made me think maybe this was a way to get Brian to open up (even though I don't think he even noticed we had a cat last year). Maybe he would want to write silly texts to the cat? (If your lost with that last statement you need to visit the link above- HILARIOUS). Maybe I could be a cat lover.
Then I heard it scratching up the side of my couch.
I called the shelter.