A handshake is the cruelest goodbye.

Crazy Cat Lady

Okay, it's official. I am, at a mere 19 years of age, a full-fledged crazy cat lady. If you don't believe me, just continue to read, I'm sure you'll be convinced. **Note: I'm less ashamed of this than I probably should be. 

A relatively long-time goal of mine has been to own a grey cat. He must be a boy (because I have issues sometimes with girl cats, we get into "cat fights" <--- I apologize), and I will name him Gregory (but never just "Greg"). Not only because it's a baby bit of a pun, but also because I'm a fan of giving animals inappropriately human names. 

He will be beautifully manly and have many redeeming qualities. See examples below:

He will have beautiful green eyes like THIS cat:

He will look cute like THIS cat when he is about to fall asleep:

He will be less shocked than THIS cat:

He will fold his arms reverently like THIS cat:

He will have a flair for the dramatic, and take great photos like THIS cat:

He will be less grumpy than THIS cat:

He will be inquisitive and expressive like THIS cat:

He will be more fit than THIS cat:

He will be less mangy than THIS cat:

He will be very adorable and serene like THIS cat:

Okay. Even if you aren't big fan of cats, you must admit that when you meet Gregory, you will love him and he will claw a way into your heart. I know he already has in mine. 

Cruel and Unusual Punishment?

I wonder... would it be out of line to name my first born child: Spock? Maybe a middle name?

A Favorite, Renewed

This past week I had the WONDEROUS chance to experience one of my very favorite sensory experiences: 

Cigarette smoke at Disneyland.  

LOVE it.

This reason, among many others is why it truly is the "Happiest Place on Earth"