We have a cat

So I didn't think it would happen this quickly. I told my last web host that I was going to cancel and I thought they'd say, "Oh please don't Mr. Ewy. You've spent so much time and money with us that we couldn't bear to see you go." But POOF! I was gone. And now I have this bare-ass naked site with a few words and even less soul. I never thought you could get attached to a user-interface, a concept as bloodless as concrete, but I did and now I feel like Cheers has closed and I'm forced to share my stories at a Chiles. I'm going to give it a go though. I'll keep telling myself the other host wants me back, but I'm like Gloria Gaynor and will survive with this canned Blogger thing.

We did get a cat. The first few hours went okay. Those were the hours that Paco didn't know we had a cat. And then on a sunny Sunday he looked inside our/his house to see a kitty peering back at him. It must have been confusing for him, like maybe he was in the wrong backyard. But he did his doggy best to scare the large squirrel expanded to a starburst of fur and fear. Allie, the cat, put on a hissy show before leaping off the sill and trotting away from Paco. She looked content, like she figured she wouldn't have to deal with the dog looking in from outside. We did have to let him in at some point, being that we are but stewards of his king-sized bed, and that's when me, with camera in hand, was left with a blurry shot of the first introduction. Allie found shelter downstairs, but couldn't have been too comfortable with Paco barking and screaming like the Exorcist girl.

Now Paco paces the house day and night, often imploring us with a "Dude, Cat!" look on his face. He doesn't get why we're not doing anything. And when we find Allie she stares at us with an 'it's gone, right?" look of despair.

Allie is a lovely creature, a wandering soul who'd made herself at home with friends who already have two cats. They also have two doting little girls. We brought Allie home to sixty pounds of mutt muscle and boy toddler who's full-body hugs include lying on her in the Missionary position. So to say we've "rescued" her is a long shot. But we're hoping for a happier household soon. There's nothing wrong with hope.