Atlantis.
Wassat? I’m a softy? And I can never say no to my kids when they call in tears needing a cat rescue from a roommate who wanted to toss her to the dogs? Which results in LOADS OF WACKY WEEKEND FUN as the little shit rescued from said roommate DISCONNECTED MY CABLE MODEM and I thought things were BROKED and OMG NO INTERWEBS WHAT DO I DO? besides tighten the cord again et voila, internets are back and omg Lessa is insane and the kitten is lucky I didn’t wring it’s CUTE WIDDLE FURRY NECK?
Surely you jest.
Meet Atlantis.
She would be the blue eyed kitten that I didn’t want (in the OMG SO CUTE I WANT kinda way) that went to B when she moved into her own place after staying with me for that space of time. Got a call from B in a panic Friday, because she was in anchorage and her roommate was freaking out about “having to deal with this damn cat I didn’t want anyway” and going to throw her outside to try her luck against the stray dogs and traffic.
I know. I’m a softy. She’s supposedly staying here “until I can figure out something, mom! I swear! I’m so sorry! Only a little while!”
Damn kids anyway.
And obviously, the Pup is completely smitten. That cat doesn’t have to walk anywhere when the Pup’s around, treating her like a princess, carrying her to the bathroom for potty time, making sure she’s fed and safe from Deogi who thinks OMG NEW TOY THANKS MOM!
And how was YOUR weekend…If it were bad, here. Play this. Speakers up and on. You’ll feel better. Honest!
