Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Two for One Deal

We got these two cats at the humane society: Sweetie Cat and Mr. Kitty. How we ended up getting two was that we went to get one, and this really cute cat was in a cage with a really freaky looking mutant cat. The lady working at the Humane Society said,

"These two are best friends. They need to be adopted together. You'll only have to pay the adoption fee on one, though."

Just then, the cute one hissed at her best friend.

"Silly kitty," said the lady working there. Was there a hint of desperation in her voice? She picked up the cute one and shoved her in my arms. The cute on purred. The freaky one cowered in a corner of the cage.

We adopted them both. Sweetie was the cute one. Mr. Kitty was the freaky looking one. He had extra digits on his paws, and discolored fangs.

We loved them both, in the end, but they never really acted like they liked each other. The sparred a lot, and occasionally sat next to each other on the couch, with their butts facing each other. I figured that was just how cats were. They don't show a lot of affection. Sweetie seemed to just barely tolerate Mr. Kitty, and Mr. Kitty got along with anyone and everyone. He was more like a dog in many ways.

Fast forward twelve years: we've now adopted another set of "best friends". These two cats chase each other around, sit together, play together, and even give each other long baths on the couch. They sleep together sometimes, cuddling like teenage lovers. They are truly best friends.

Go back in time again to when Mr. Kitty died. Sweetie mourned him for about fifteen minutes, and then she was perfectly fine being an only cat. Actually, who am I kidding? She was elated!

It kind of begs the question: did they even know each other? Or did the no kill Humane Society shelter just really need to get rid of a weird looking cat, so they shoved him into a cage with a really cute cat, labeling them "best friends"?

It's funny how fate plays with our lives sometimes.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Friend Replacement Program

A funny thing happened the other day; I was describing a friend to my son. She is a hippy farmer, she buys used clothes in boxes, and she talks about interesting things. He looked at me and said, "Kinda like Julia."

Julia is my dear friend. She is a hippy farmer, loves thrift stores, and makes me laugh. She moved to France.

Maybe we all have friends that we need. There just might be types of people that bring out things in us that we need. People that we need to find; people that make us smile. I think that we have lots of bff's and I think that's ok.

There was something more. Something profound and funny, but it escapes me right now.

I think that it is fine. I think that this is enough right now.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Crafternoon

My friends and I have a group activity we like to participate in that we have been calling crafternoon. It started out as knitting night with just two of the girls, and then more people started coming who did different crafts (I'm a crocheter, myself) so it has evolved into crafternoon.
The group is comprised of mostly friends from work, or who used to work with each other, but we also bring others in who do not work there. My BFF Holly, for instance, started coming to parties and such a while back, and has since become a part of the craft group as well. We've also rotated in boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, and pets. The rules are simple: bring a snack or a beverage, bring your craft, and prepare yourself to chat and have fun.
It's all very Golden Girls, really. What better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than gathering with friends and bonding over old-fashioned crafts?

Friday, March 4, 2011

The Bus Stop: Last Call for Posts

Any writers? Anyone? Anyone?

The posts have been exciting.

We'll start a new topic March 10.