I’ve been busy…get over it lol…anyway shortly before my last entry, I wrote about the small, furry being that I had adopted. My kitten Dante. Oh yes, I in my wonderful brilliance thought, “hey, let’s start naming the pets after literary characters.” And I wanted him to have an Italian name, so I thought “hmm, Dante sounds cool.” Heather agreed. His middle name, though it goes unmentioned quite often (especially now) is Angelo. What does Angelo mean? Translates to “Angel” for all you morons out there. However, this could not be further from the truth. My cat is insane. I love him dearly, but oh my lord. He has ADD. I’m sure of it. And right now, he’s sitting by a wall socket playing with a cord that’s plugged in, despite my telling him not to. I often get the feeling my cat is giving me the ultimate “screw you” by ignoring me. Or maybe he’s not ignoring me. Maybe he’s purposely defying me, as all children do to their parents because they wish to get the last word in. So to speak. lol…anyway, he’s always getting into something. I never know what I’m going to find. He has a climbing habit. I don’t mean that he’s climbing the new couch or anything. He climbs us. Yes, he starts at our ankles and climbs all the way to our shoulders. The first time he did it, I stood in awe. The second time, I laughed. Now I try to figure out if he can hold on while I madly rush around. (He usually gives up around hip level.) He’s adorable and I’m so glad I have him. Even when he uses my forehead as a vaulting pad to get to the back of the couch or futon. Like I said, I love him dearly. It’s just become quite obvious that I reside in Dante’s Inferno.
