I keep trying to convince my roommate that we should get a cat, that I need a cat. I’ve already reconciled myself with the reality that I can’t have a dog– something to do with my tiny apartment, lack of funds, a full-time job on top of being a full-time student, and not being able to take care of one properly.
Still, I haven’t given up on getting something small and fuzzy and loving that will cuddle with me when I’m wandering through my darkness.
I use all the tools available: I tell her that I’ll take care of our new buddy; I promise that I’ll pay for everything; I implore her to rescue a street kitty with a missing ear who will fit in with our makeshift family, that he’ll fit in on the Island of Lost Toys with us; I play on her guilt, I
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