Day 100-Catz

Howdy!

       Happy 100 days. How incredible. This has been really an incredible journey so far, so thank you for coming along with me and putting up with all of my late posts (Like today's err yesterday's post haha) I always plan on when I'm going to sit down and write my post and then something happens and yeah...you know it gets a little crazy. Yesterday I pretty much spent the day with my lovely best friend Bailey and well writing my blog kind of just slipped my mind. I'm home now! Which now means I'm free from school and you get a double post...once again.

Memory #100

            I came home today and the cat that I fed on Easter morning is nowhere to be seen ): and I'm pretty sad. I mean I think one of our neighbors is looking after it so that's ok. I guess its for the best since I can't take it to college with me and Walter our current cat is super angsty against other cats. It got me thinking about when we first got Walter back in the summer before my senior year. When we got Walter I was so very excited about having a kitten and I wanted to take care of him 24/7 and be pretty much the perfect '"kitty mom". One fateful day I was going in and out of the house bringing stuff in which meant I left the front door open for like 5 minutes. Keep that in mind. After I was done with whatever I went on a search for Walter who was tiny at the time and I looked for him EVERYWHERE. Seriously everywhere and I couldn't find him so I started to panic, as any mother would. 

         Since I couldn't find him in our house, I panicked realizing that he could have escaped out the front door. So with tears in my eyes I told my mom who jumped to action and walked out the front door. We walked around the neighborhood for an hour calling (crying on my part) for poor tiny little Walter who probably didn't even know his name at the point. After an hour of not being able to find him and my mom trying to calm me down we got back home. I was heartbroken. I had been pleading to my parents for years to get a kitten and I lost him within a week of getting one. As I entered the house and pursued into my self thrown pity party my mom came downstairs and what was in her arms? Walter. Asleep. My mom literally walked upstairs and just found him. 

Love always,

Erin