As most of you know, I lived in the beautiful area of New York known as the Finger Lakes for all my life. In March of 2010 I was told if I wanted to stay employeed I would need to move. Three days after I got that notice, my dad announced he was moving from Phoenix back home as he "missed his kids" Well, a girl has to do what a girl has to do....so in July last year, I packed up all my belongings, said good bye to my entire family, my life long friends and ....moved to Michigan. My only saviour was my cat Tasha. We both cried for the first hour of the 437.96 road trip, but then we made a pact that we would survive with each others help. She adjusted better than I did really. She loved her new window and the birds and squirles that would taunt her, and I was closer to home so her time alone was shorter. She was content and happy. Last November one day, she started acting a little strange, wouldn't eat, cried alot..so not like her. A few days later I had to have her put down, her kidneys were failing. The vet told me I could keep her alive on IVs three times a week, but I would not do that to her, so I made the decision ...and she was gone. I can't tell you the river of tears I cried...my only true buddy and best pal was gone.
Well, as they say...life goes on. In June I had a few days off and like a real idiot, I went to the Humane Society. To let you know what a sucker I am for animals, I am scared to death of dogs...I wish I could bring everyone of them home with me when I go to a place like that. People don't realize that animals are almost human at times and can be such a blessing. (luckily, dogs are not allowed in my apartment complex} So off to the cages full of soft furry kittens I went.
Ladies and Gentlemen...may I introduce you to the newest member of my home and family....
THE ONE....THE ONLY....
PRINCESS PICKLES!!!!
You know when you are a younger and your parents tell you that someday they hope you have kids and they act just as bad as you....well, this is her. The first night I had her, she fell in the shower with me, the next day, she fell in the toilet...the cat is not afraid of water! She destroyed my shower liner, she has found a way to take change out of the vase on the shelf and today...she learned that if she jumps high enough she can turn the lights off!
There will never be another Tasha, but then again, there will never be another Pickles...she kinda has my heart already.
(and no, that is not my shoe she has her head in, that belongs to her other best buddy "The Big Guy". He's someone else who I kinda like, but more about him another time!!!)
