For years I refused to get a pet. I can hardly take care of myself, I told people. But when I met Rosie (pictured) at a friend's house — a house that couldn't afford to take on another responsibility — I gave in. I thought I'd be doing her a favor, but it's really turned out quite the opposite.
I've had Rosie for only a couple of weeks, but I see we're gonna get along fine. When I watch SportsCenter, she sits right beside me, and her ears pique every time a mention is made of a Yankees home run (which has happened five times in two games; on pace for 405 this season). So far, she hasn't run out of the room when I've played guitar, and I barely need an alarm clock anymore, as Rosie manages to nuzzle me awake at 7:45 a.m. each morning. It's really cute.
I have yet to introduce Rosie to Hamburger... The Motion Picture, White Castle cheeseburgers or Madden video football, but that'll come in due time. Right now we're kinda feeling each other out. I'm wondering why she loves sleeping under the couch instead of on her kitty bed, and she's probably puzzled as to why every food delivery guy in the neighborhood knows me by name. No matter. She's a city girl, for sure. She's independent and curious, even if it means not always following the rules and being a little nosy. I'll take the good with the bad, and I'll take my Rosie any day.
Here are more pictures of my cute kitty.
Damn you, Paul! Ya got me.
Posted by Anna at April 1, 2004 4:43 AM