That's not to say Somebodyisfromhere.com can't hedge his bets a little. While a cat guy, he didn't get his cat. His college roommate did.
While a cat guy, Somebodyisfromhere.com doesn't even take care of it. About a week after getting the cat his college roommate said, "My
mom just bought a dog. Your parents wouldn't mind watching her would they?"
That's what happened. At least 5 years ago, now. So really it's not Somebodyisfromhere.com's cat. He's just a link. Something less
significant that guardian and more so than transporter.
Having been named by four senior college guys who zapped a good portion of their mental energy on (beer) studying, the cat was given
the handle, "Kitty." The sucker never really did grow but, by gosh, she was whatever the manly word for cute is. When
Somebodyisfromhere.com would sit in bed watching football she would sidle beneath the sheets with him. When in the living room she
would hop from lap to lap or climb curiously into some awkward crevasse of the furniture. One time while (drinking) studying in the
basement she even managed to fall from the ceiling onto a messy table filled with (cards) books shocking the room and herself.
Maybe there was ominous signs even then, though.
On the day Somebodyisfromhere.com left his college house, Kitty escaped the house. She was scooped up by the next store neighbor
and taken to the vet to be fixed.
On the hour and a half drive from college to home, she was in such misery, that Somebodyisfromhere.com would have to let her scratch
him on his arm through the carrying case as he drove just to let her feel better.
It was never really the same after that. It was some awful combination of culture shock and the terrible teens she just started to hate
people.
Maybe, like a kid on the first day of school, she just missed living by the beach. Maybe, the house was just too big. Maybe, she missed
college kids. There also was another cat at the house. Albeit timid, the incumbent cat was normal, with thick fur. Kitty, a runt, presumably
hadn't looked at herself in the normal but had a grasp of her own size and when she first saw the furry beast gave a look that expressed
nothing other than, "What the bleep is that?"
Sure, there were moments. When both of Somebodyisfromhere.com's parents were stricken with cancer, she was always there for
company when they were recliner or bed ridden.
Mostly, she became a novelty though. Usually hiding somewhere unless she was hungry, she would occasionally come out and do
something weird and entertaining. Due to her size, she could jump up into small spaces sometimes ending up on the tops of doors.
Everything changed after a long weekend. In February the whole family went away. The house was empty from Friday though Monday.
When Somebodyisfromhere.com's family came home, Kitty was happy to see them. After she was fed, a funny thing happened. She was
still happy to see them. When the calendar changed...she was happy to see them. Spring came. Same thing.
There is only one explanation: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
While a cat guy, Somebodyisfromhere.com doesn't even take care of it. About a week after getting the cat his college roommate said, "My
mom just bought a dog. Your parents wouldn't mind watching her would they?"
That's what happened. At least 5 years ago, now. So really it's not Somebodyisfromhere.com's cat. He's just a link. Something less
significant that guardian and more so than transporter.
Having been named by four senior college guys who zapped a good portion of their mental energy on (beer) studying, the cat was given
the handle, "Kitty." The sucker never really did grow but, by gosh, she was whatever the manly word for cute is. When
Somebodyisfromhere.com would sit in bed watching football she would sidle beneath the sheets with him. When in the living room she
would hop from lap to lap or climb curiously into some awkward crevasse of the furniture. One time while (drinking) studying in the
basement she even managed to fall from the ceiling onto a messy table filled with (cards) books shocking the room and herself.
Maybe there was ominous signs even then, though.
On the day Somebodyisfromhere.com left his college house, Kitty escaped the house. She was scooped up by the next store neighbor
and taken to the vet to be fixed.
On the hour and a half drive from college to home, she was in such misery, that Somebodyisfromhere.com would have to let her scratch
him on his arm through the carrying case as he drove just to let her feel better.
It was never really the same after that. It was some awful combination of culture shock and the terrible teens she just started to hate
people.
Maybe, like a kid on the first day of school, she just missed living by the beach. Maybe, the house was just too big. Maybe, she missed
college kids. There also was another cat at the house. Albeit timid, the incumbent cat was normal, with thick fur. Kitty, a runt, presumably
hadn't looked at herself in the normal but had a grasp of her own size and when she first saw the furry beast gave a look that expressed
nothing other than, "What the bleep is that?"
Sure, there were moments. When both of Somebodyisfromhere.com's parents were stricken with cancer, she was always there for
company when they were recliner or bed ridden.
Mostly, she became a novelty though. Usually hiding somewhere unless she was hungry, she would occasionally come out and do
something weird and entertaining. Due to her size, she could jump up into small spaces sometimes ending up on the tops of doors.
Everything changed after a long weekend. In February the whole family went away. The house was empty from Friday though Monday.
When Somebodyisfromhere.com's family came home, Kitty was happy to see them. After she was fed, a funny thing happened. She was
still happy to see them. When the calendar changed...she was happy to see them. Spring came. Same thing.
There is only one explanation: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
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<<< Life as an online conversational travel magazine may not be easy for
some. There are countless hours in an airports, on buses, and in cabs. There
are days and even weeks in which you don't see the people close to you. There
are states, continents, and oceans separating you from the ones you love. All of
this can get daunting. Except, for Somebodyisfromhere.com...he's in his is late
20's and his most fulfilling, mutually satisfying, relationship was with his 1993
Buick Le Sabre.
This isn't to say Somebodyisfromhere.com has no soul. In fact, there is one
relationship that has changed for the better because of traveling.
Somebodyisfromhere.com recognizes that some people don't like cats. He knows
that as soon as some read the word "cat" some folks will make a bizarre grunt,
maybe mutter something about allergies if they feel like assuaging, and run in
the opposite direction. It's something that happens with cat haters. To those
people, Somebodyisfromhere.com says, well, bite me, it's his conversational
travel magazine.
some. There are countless hours in an airports, on buses, and in cabs. There
are days and even weeks in which you don't see the people close to you. There
are states, continents, and oceans separating you from the ones you love. All of
this can get daunting. Except, for Somebodyisfromhere.com...he's in his is late
20's and his most fulfilling, mutually satisfying, relationship was with his 1993
Buick Le Sabre.
This isn't to say Somebodyisfromhere.com has no soul. In fact, there is one
relationship that has changed for the better because of traveling.
Somebodyisfromhere.com recognizes that some people don't like cats. He knows
that as soon as some read the word "cat" some folks will make a bizarre grunt,
maybe mutter something about allergies if they feel like assuaging, and run in
the opposite direction. It's something that happens with cat haters. To those
people, Somebodyisfromhere.com says, well, bite me, it's his conversational
travel magazine.