So, you probably didn’t see this one coming, but we have officially become “cat people”.
Despite my years of distaste for animals (basically the distrust of anything with four legs – and mostly based on the fact that they tend to create messes) Ryan and I are now (drum roll) proud owners of a cat. You read that correctly… a CAT.
In our defense, we were kind of coerced into cat life.
Here’s the backstory. My brother found a baby kitten (just a few days old) over the summer (he hadn’t even opened his eyes yet). My mom kept him alive by bottle feeding him (waking up every few hours overnight). And then, he thrived and we all kind of fell in love with the little guy….except my mom’s pomeranian, Rocco. Which explains why the cat is now living at our place!
His name was largely debated over Sunday family dinners. I wanted to name him Kanye or Yeezus, but instead, my mom woke up in the middle of the night with the name for our prophet kitty. He would be named Micah.
Mr. Micah now resides in our freshly renovated home where he enjoys scratching our brand new ebony hardwood floors, shedding on our all-white couch and bed, dumping dirt out of our potted succulents and eating toilet paper.