Today is the first day of the week I'm not heading over to Alyssa's, mainly because she's at a birthday party for a friend and the only reason I'm not going to *that* is because they booked the reservation for the restaurant forever ago before they knew me. She's heading to a baby shower tomorrow and is dropping off her keys with me tonight so I can go over tomorrow and play with her kitty!!
I also get the keys to my new apartment on Saturday and I'm very very excited. I will bring some of the smaller things I can move with me when I walk over there and will try to head over everyday next week to slowly begin moving all of my stuff. Once I'm settled, the first order of business is obviously going to be buying food and water dishes and a litter box for the kitty I will be getting ASAP. I will likely get the food dish that feeds the kitty automatically at some specified time so that I don't have to worry when I am away at faire or some such as well as a water jug-type water dish so that it will always have plenty to drink. I contemplated the self-cleaning litter box, but I'm not THAT lazy and it shouldn't need to be cleaned every single day.
Alyssa and I went down to the Berkeley Animal Shelter on Wed. to look at some of their kitties, but I didn't find any that just screamed TAKE ME HOME. But, this is good since I can't get a kitty until Martin goes with me, anyway, so that we can make sure they like each other. I am already plotting ways to be able to take my kitty with me to his house and, assuming he is well behaved and clean and not a complete spazz, it looks like this has a very good possibility of happening. The cat I mean, not Martin. I will try not to get my hopes up too high on this, however, because it very well might not work out. :/ Also, asking the shelter if they declawed cats there got me the best look EVER. I swear, they looked at me like I asked them what the best temperature to cook cat was. It's great and all that you're so passionate (a.k.a. psychotic) in your beliefs, but some people just need to have a declawed cat. The person with the awesome air mattress, yea, that would be cause for declawing, thanks.
Also, Otis is NOT a retarded kitty's name, his eyes aren't going to immediately start crossing as soon as I name him, and he will not be walking into any walls. :( He will, however, be black and white so that he may look like a cow because I always wanted a cow named Otis, and I don't think I can fit a cow in my apartment.
Now, I am off to undo the pleats in my gray skirt AGAIN, this time making sure it is much smaller than my natural waist so that I can lace it firmly closed once I get the waistband grommeted. Hopefully, this won't make my current gray bodice even larger on me. I swear that thing fit perfectly when we finished back in April, now I have to lace it all the way closed and then some to make it fit properly. Dear self, if you insist on losing weight, please do so in not inconvenient places.