Ten From Ten – A Major Error Of Judgement
Originally posted the 17th April 2006 - I wanted to balance a couple of the rather heavier rerun posts I’ve used in this exercise with something lighter and with a linked cute photo just to ramp up the ‘Aw!’ factor.
One more of these to go, which I’m actually going to hold off until tomorrow, even though today’s the anniversary.
So here I am ten years after starting this - seriously wouldn’t have expected to get here when I first started, and even though there’s been some on again/off again, I’ve posted just over 2,500 entries, so an average of over 20 a month. I’m not going to make the same occasional mistake I’ve made of setting a big new direction for the blog to mark the occasion - just going to see where I go with it.
Thanks for reading. Now on with the cute:
Don't tell me you've never done it; taken one look into a pair of stunning blue eyes and found yourself taking someone home who you really shouldn't have. Well, that was the big Saturday mistake in our house.
In defence, I should stress that there was no big intention to introduce a stranger into the soon-to-be marital home when Saturday dawned, and nor was the stress that the whole thing would create on David and I at all foreseen. In fact, the intention was that we'd all get something out of the deal. How wrong can you be?
But seriously - could you resist this guy??????
What? What did you think I was talking about?
We saw that little fella, and having been vaguely contemplating getting a playmate for Gramsci for a while, we fell into that thing we do too often, which is not think through the consequences of what we're doing. As soon as we got him home and realised how badly Gramsci was taking to the new arrival, things started to get tense. David was actually getting quite upset about the whole situation. The realisation was also dawning that really, our flat is too small to have two house-cats in it. Maybe when we've moved to somewhere bigger, but then ideally we'll have access to a garden and the whole situation will be different anyway.
But then there was the dilemma - Do we take him back? Do we try to find another family to take him? And how quickly could we do the latter?
By Sunday morning things were a little less tense between big cat and little cat, but the space issues remained, and neither of us was much enjoying our long weekend. Fortunately, help was on the horizon in the form of Chris and Brian, who have clearly given up on ever retrieving Dillon from Liz's care, and were thinking about a new cat anyway. One Sunday afternoon visit and a swift falling-in-love later, kitten, food, toys and all related paraphenalia were heading off into the sunset.
He (he's called Chip, by the way), is reportedly settling in well.
And we're firmly committed to stopping this thing that we do of jumping into things before we've really thought through and planned the consequences.
