Quelle semaine

WHERE do I start? Well, last Friday Montana and I were outside in the wonderful sun, and my clutzy little tornado of hurt was trying to move a large piece of wood, when it spun and landed on her ankle. I thought it was broken, or that the tendon was torn. (Luckily she was back to normal within a few hours.) So I carried her into the house, and while doing this, our cat, Bear, ran out the door. I'm not sure if I've mentioned our cat before, but we got her from a shelter, and she is a little escape artist. She is obsessed with being outside, and we've almost lost her because of this, so we try to keep her inside. A couple days went by, with no sign of Bear. Montana is very paranoid, and every night she cried her little eyes out because we could not find her snuggle kitty. After five days I was very worried, so I made up a poster and faxed it to the SPCA and vets, and Montana and I put it up around the block. Within two hours we got a call from a neighbor, she saw Bear outside Friday and took her in, thinking she was a stray. After two days she gave her to a friend who lives near my office. I was so relieved (although a tad perturbed that she didn't report this cat, didn't take into consideration the fact that she was well fed and may not be a stray) and picked Bear up the next day on my way home from work. Montana was over the moon when I brought her home. Six days is a long time to worry. But Bear is safe and sound and back to her grumpy old fart ways!

Amid all the cat-loss chaos, a good friend of mine told my mom and I about her cat's new kittens. One of them is very similar looking to my childhood cat, one I still miss after seven years, and he has no home as of yet. I was so scared Bear wasn't coming home, and I wanted Montana to have someone who would be here for her. I'm sure you can see where this is going...I'm getting a new cat. What is wrong with me? A couple years ago I had zero pets, and now I'll have 3 mammals and several aquatics. Add that to Tristan's pets, and we live in a zoo. The new baby is just 8 or 9 weeks old, and is coming home tonight! We are going to a house party, which is where he lives now, so he will come home with us. His name will now be Kitteh.

And now, the best and most anticipated news of all. After two excruciating weeks, I got a message from John! He gave me his IM address, so I could chat with him because he doesn't like Facebook (say what?!) Yesterday I finally caught him online, and we talked for hours, throughout the day. It was amazing! He does seem down, which makes me sad, but we hit it off like old times. We flirted back and forth, caught up slightly. He doesn't live very close right now, so I can't just hop in my car and go see him, but I can plan a date. I'm waiting for him to bring it up, which he hinted at last night, saying he would like to drink with me, but nothing specific. I was (and still am) on Cloud 9. I could not be happier! Although it is similar to a situation I was in three years ago with another man, this is MUCH more progressive, and I have hopes! He hasn't signed in at all today, so I'm a little bummed, but it's early yet. Either way, I now know that we are going to deal with this.

This has been a week of relief and new beginnings!