So, my girlfriend and I have finally decided to buy a cat. It will happen in the next week, hopefully in the next few days.
I wanted a Bengal cat, but since they're a bit expensive, and require lots of outdoors and nature, we've settled for a tabby. Hopefully one with grey and white strpies, so that when I'm stoned, it looks a bit like a tiger, and isn't this what it's all about, fundamentally? Probably not, but anywho. I really wanted to call him Zizou, after the one and only Zidane, but she wasn't too keen on that. So we've settled on Ernesto, for obvious reasons, and also because it sounds quite smart for a cat.
When I told my boss this morning, he laughed and asked me if I'd had one before. I said I hadn't, and he laughed again. When I asked why it was so funnny, he said he'd let me find out for myself, but that it would change my life. And I don't think he meant it in the good way. So what's the deal? I thought it was kids that ruined your life, not cats. Anyone here owns a cat? What should I be careful/worried about? Will he do anything else than lounge around and sometimes puke on the sofa?
So come on, cats stories.
Let's hear it.