I'm a Dog Person.

The Word of the day is "Sheesh"

So the other night we went out to the Irish Bred Pub - a little bar right down the street from our house. Ok, wait. Let me back up this story. So first of all, I was at the new sorority house, welcoming all the new girls to bid night. Yay yay - cry cry, everyone's happy -taking pictures, etc. Matt texted me: "hey, what are you doing, come up to the pub." I'm thinking - i have to work tomorrow but I guess I can meet him. "Who are you with?" I text back. "No one, just myself."

Ok, wait - HALT! You're telling me my creepy fiance is just sitting at a bar by himself? Oh brother. I can't leave him alone up there. He's so weird. Matt aspires to be that creepy old grandpa that no one really wants to be around. The kind that tells inappropriate jokes. You know the kind. The I'm-not-sittin-next-to-him-at-dinner kind. I keep telling him - we don't even have kids yet, can't you wait to decide what kind of grandpa you want to be? can't you wait until we HAVE grandchildren? sheesh.

Anyways, so I sympathize with him. I'll play hooky on a school night, I'll meet him at the pub. Literally we were like 2 of 4 paying customers there. And the other people left shortly after they realized things weren't picking up anytime soon. So we were alone, well not "alone"...the karaoke guy was there, and the bartender. I looked around and I was like "so, uh its really crowded in here, are you sure you wanna stay?" Matt just grinned at me and slid the karaoke book down the bar to me. "oh no, no thank you." After a lot of convincing I joined Matt on stage for karaoke. And then he made me sing a couple of songs alone. It was pretty hilarious because the karaoke guy would announce in the microphone:

"Alright... lets welcome Matt to the stage..."

and then the next song he would say,

"Now let's get Melinda up here!"

The karaoke guy would sing and song and then he'd say,

"Now give it up for Matt and Melinda!"

Jim Croce, Kelly Clarkson, Garth Brooks, Journey - None were spared. WE sang our little hearts out. And clapped for ourselves afterwards. It was actually really fun. I drove us home. Matt was kind of bummed because we usually walk home together so I told him when we got home I could drink a few and then Id go for a short walk with him. You know how I love my juice.

About 2minutes into our walk the wind changed and all of a sudden it got a bit chilly. "Ew, it's cold, I don't like this anymore," Matt whined drunkenly. "Yeah it is kinda cold. Can't we just hang out on this bench for a bit?" Not even a minute later Matt was ready to go.

As we started walking home this little black kitten walked straight up to Matt. He put his little paw on Matt and looked up and said "Mow" like "Hey." Matt picked him up and looked at me. I was like "MATT, no. its a stray!?!? It could be diseased!" Matt didn't say a word. He just looked at me with his big Doe Eyes. "Fine," I said. "It can come home with us if it follows us all the way home." I thought I'd found a little loop hole! But it was like that little kitty knew what I was saying. It walked between Matt and I all the way home. Like he had a little imaginary collar on. And we had our very own imaginary leash. Like we were already a little family. That poor baby was so emaciated. The moment he walked into our house we got him some water and sandwich meat and he devoured it. He could barely keep his face from falling into the food. "You look like a DAX," I told him. And he looked straight up at me like, "Yep. that name'll do." And then he curled up and went to sleep.

So the moral of the story is, if you're a cute stray Matt can convince Melinda to bring you home if she's been sippin' on the juice.

The next morning I woke up and remembered. Oh crap. We have another cat. But one look at him, and I knew...I can't give him up now. I already love him. I would post a pic of him, but my camera's dead.

Poor Leelieu- she was irate. Who does this street urchin think he is? I'm the only princess in this castle. She's such a diva. She hissed at me for like a week until I chased her down, cornered her, and pet her against her will as I screamed,"I will make you love me!" She just needs reassurance that she's still our baby...a little tough love.

I would like to report that the kitten was so sick I wasn't sure if he was going to be ok. But he's bounced back fast. Why just the other day he tried to latch on to matt's burger when Matt was taking a bite. Apparently he's seen Lady and the Tramp, and he likes Wendy's. Who knew? Unfortunately Matt gave him the smack down with his milkshake bc I wasn't there to swat him away from Matt's burger. We can't eat if we're home alone. You need two people there to make sure Dax isn't standing in your plate licking your green beans the moment you turn around. Sheesh. Cats! Don't these cats all know I'm a dog person!?!?!