Oh man, I want kittens. I feel like I'm getting the runaround from the cat rescue agency I've been in contact with. The actual head of the organization is great. She gets back to me. But the foster owner I've been trying to connect with won't return my phone calls. I left one a week ago and it turned out she was out of town till Friday.
So Friday evening I called, figuring she may or may not wish to take a call, but no harm in trying. She sent me to voicemail, so I didn't leave another message. Then Saturday I made a call in the afternoon and did leave a message.
Now it's Sunday and she still hasn't returned my calls and I've been waiting a week to meet these guys. I won't post their picture yet because I don't want to get ahead of myself. But they're three months old and bonded and I feel very drawn to them. I miss feline companionship a lot.
It's frustrating. I'm the sort of person that would have taken the call Friday and would never make someone wait on me on the job. Not everyone's the same, but I can't help but feel put off that days are passing by and my calls are going unreturned by someone whose job it is to find these cats a home.
But there are happy things underway. We got the apartment downstairs. And we negotiated with our landlord, so we're only paying an extra $75 apiece for more room, a yard (!) and a real kitchen. Sweet happiness. I'm going to have an office, we're going to be connected to our laundry room, and we can grow a proper garden. There will be room for my six-person kitchen table, a suitable place for a litter box (If we don't have kittens by then, may God help us all), and the Dude will have an annex for his photography stuff.
2011 is going to be a good year: kittens, new place and an easy move, and the wedding. Damn, that's very adult sounding, isn't it? Though it could be more adulty. I could be pregnant and getting a mortgage. Not this year, yo.