While most of the cool cats in town are out eating bargain tacos on this Taco Tuesday, this cat lady is drained after a long day of pushin’ paper, so I’m going to make my own homespun tacos. I was hoping Topper might keep me company in the kitchen, but no…he’s found a relaxing spot away from it all in my new place for towels.
Towel Tuesday.
Frankie became the focal point of my life, that is besides working full-time, taking ballet classes several nights a week and dashing off to Hermosa Beach every other weekend to see my boyfriend. Right around Frankie’s one-year check-up with the vet (I vividly recall toting him there in a giant purple beach bag), the vet asked me if I had another cat. I told him no, one was enough. The vet asked me about my daily routine and it was pretty obvious that I wasn’t home much. I was trying to figure out where he was going with the inquisition when he suggested I get another cat to keep Frankie company. At the time I was not an accomplished cat lady, but a mere 20-something who loved cats—mostly just one, my Frankie. “Na, he’ll be fine. I give him lots of love,” ended the conversation. The vet backed down, but fate did not. Continue reading