A very good first date question is: “Are you a cat person or a dog person?”
This will help provide clarity and understanding in a moment when both people are just sort of nervous and confused. There’s no right or wrong answer. There’s no pressure. Just information for both people to gather, process and store.
I am and will always be a dog person. I understand doggies. They understand me. But I like all animals so I want to be a cat lady, kinda. And since I’m a dog person, I want people to like me, including kittens. But they don’t ever really do. SADFACE! They don’t.
So, for all you cat ladies and cat dudes, tell me this: Do kittens hate most people?
There’s this cat with dirty white paws and a cute, grey little body that lives on the property where my apartment building is. He’s a stray…sorta. My landlord sets out food for him and few others and they just wander around the property and bask in the sunlight. And every day I have so much hope that we’ll be friends. I go outside to check the mail or walk to my car and I see him. I bend down and talk in my most friendly kitten/animal voice and call him. You have an animal voice, right? I think we all do. I imagine even Obama has a voice he exclusively uses when talking to kittens.
Anyway, the kitten doesn’t buy into my kitten voice. He just stares at me with that snarky, cat attitude face and runs in the other direction. And every day I tell myself, “one day we’re going to be friends.” But we’re not gonna be.
Another question for you cat people: Do cats like doughnuts? If they like doughnuts, we might be OK.
Aaaannnd just like that I signed a lease! The craigslist ad had two sentences, “NO PETS!” (as one of the two sentences) and no pictures, but I went to look at it anyway. It was perfect great. I talked the landlord into fixing a few things, got him to approve my future dog and even got him to drop the rent by a few bucks. Aaaaand just like that I signed a lease, wrote a check and got my keys.
While I’m so stoked to have a new place that’s bigger and better, in a neighborhood I’m really excited about, part of me is a little sad to be leaving my old apartment.
I’ve lived here for almost four years, and so much has happened and changed in that time. It was in this apartment I thought to start a blog–and in its tiny kitchen is where I cooked up and shot my very first blog post (found it! also: embarrassing). I moved into this apartment with my then boyfriend…and after six years of dating, it’s the apartment we broke up in. In this apartment I experienced my worst heartbreak…and subsequently learned what the term “pick yourself up and dust yourself off” really feels like. So many memories, good and bad. I’m excited to move on and leave them behind. In celebration of signing on the dotted line, I ate two (crazy/amazing) burgers in less than 24 hours…and then made myself a milkshake.