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Friday, June 1, 2007

I'm sooooooo old!!!! I'm 21 today! Two decades and one year.. soon it will be a quarter of a century.

How is everyone doing? I've been occasionally checking into see how everyone is doing. Been enjoying Someguy's posts about his trip in Europe.

Here's a story for those of you who actually care and are up for reading a rather long post, though it wasn't intentional for it to be thing long. But, here it goes!

Hey, exciting news, I have a kitten, his name is Dash. Funny story really. I was driving down a highway between my apartment and my mom's house, I was actually supposed to be leaving for a trip that day. I was supposed to have left my apartment at 9:30 am but didn't get out until 11...yeah...I was running really late... but it was a good thing! So, I was driving down the highway and a little ways in front of me I saw something crawl on the road and I couldn't really see what it was but all these cars were trying to avoid it and driving over top of it and the poor thing was just frozen there right in the middle of the lane, crouched and hissing. As I got closer I saw it was a kitten...and no one was stopping for it. So I said, "Fuck that" and quickly pulled over. The car behind me drove right over him but thankfully the person behind him stopped and waited for me, not the smartest thing to do, but I was thankful anyways. So I get to him, and he's this cute little baby, like 5-6 weeks old, and I reach down to pick him up and he's hissing and spitting, but there were cars coming so I picked him up anyways. I had my dog, Cadence, in the car as well, and as I got into the car with the kitten she was like "Ooooh, what's this? Something to play with?" and I was like, "No, not for you, kindly sit back and leave him alone, he's had a hard day." She didn't like that idea, I mean there was something new that smelled good in my hands. So, I tried to drive home, almost getting into an accident because I had this lab who wanted to smell something in my hand, and let me tell you - she has no concept of personal space, this dog! She was in my face as I was trying to drive...*sighs* all that obedience school out the window the time I really needed it. Well, thankfully the cat didn't care that there was a dog trying to lick the daylights out of him, he just wanted to explore. Unfortunately, he wanted to explore down by my feet...and then inside my console. He ended up right next to my gear shifter thing. I pulled over because I had a freakin cat in my console and a dog who wanted to play with him. I strapped Cadence into a seat belt right as a cop pulled up behind me...I'm not a fan of cops, for those who didn't know, though my uncle's a state trooper...and he's cool, but other than him - no thank you!

So this cop takes like four or five minutes to get out of his car. Finally, when he does, he asks the most cliche question of all time ,"Is there a problem here?" I had all I could do not to roll my eyes. I said, "Yeah, I have a cat in my console. See, I was driving down the highway and I saw....and then my dog thought he was a new friend...." and told him all that had happened. I swear, this cop looked at me like I was insane. "You have a cat...stuck in your console?" he asked.
"Yes, and I have no idea how to get him out!" I replied.
The cop just looked at me for a couple of seconds then said, "He'll be fine until you get where you're going."
So, after calling my mom and telling her the situation, and she's rushing to meet me, I tell her I'll just meet her at her house.

So, at her house, we try everything to get this cat out of my console. I took the screws out and everything to try to get to him, but he wasn't having any of it. So we leave him for two hours (which was time we didn't really have - we were supposed to have left already) and when we came back we couldn't find him. We looked everywhere, knowing he couldn't have gotten out of the car because the doors were all closed and the windows were up. Suddenly we hear this *meow* from my dashboard...right behind my speedometer! We call animal rescue and this is how stupid where I live is - animal rescue doesn't have any units on weekends and we were not, under penalty of death or something, supposed to call the wild animal rescue!

So we call the Saturn dealership to see what we should do. In the end, we had to drive my car to the Saturn dealership where they took out my stereo, couldn't find him, put it back and took out my dashboard and sure enough, there he was, hissing and spitting. And that is why his name is Dash.

He's become a nice cat, though. Everyone in my family is in love with him and he fits right in. He and my dog get along really well, they both enjoy each other.

Well, here's the end of my long-ass post. I hope everyone is doing well.

For those of you who actually read all of that, I give you props!

Here's to a good birthday for a change, eh?

Thank you and good night!


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