formal introduction to Sheba

A couple months ago, C and I decided that we'd graduated beyond plants in the nurturing department. With me at home full-time now, I was convinced I was ready for a furry companion. Determined to come to the rescue of a sad but sweet golden retriever, C and I somehow got distracted at the Town Lake Animal Center. Instead, we ended up with a spastic, waify kitty named Sheba who loves to meow constantly. Her range is both phenomenal and unbelievably annoying -- if you're lucky, maybe I'll record a couple clips for your listening pleasure, but don't hold your breath. If this is any kind of preparation for children, I've still got light years to wait.

Because Sheba loves the outdoors and devours anything she can catch (mainly in the form of spiders, moths and those gigantic male mosquitoes,) she comes home fairly dirty on a daily basis. Here's a photo from her very first bathing experience which I'm pretty sure she LOVED.


Although she looks like a pissed off, underfed raccoon above, she really is a quite comfortable cat. She's totally made herself at home in our shoebox apartment, grabbing herself a beer before she sits down to watch Adult Swim every evening (although she usually passes out before the funniest parts.)