Tuesday, June 29, 2010
This is my cat. His name is Javier (pronounced ha-VEE-air). The two of us haven't been friends for long, maybe about nine months, and before that I was never a cat person. I always pictured myself with a giant furry dog who would jump up on me and nearly push me over. The thing is, I live in an apartment, and a small one at that, a studio. I don't think having any kind of dog, let alone a giant one, would be fair or practical. Half the time I worry Javier is bored living in my apartment but then he spends ten minutes bolting from the kitchen across my apartment onto the windowsill and back again and I decide he is far too easily entertained to be bored.