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I think my dad has decided that when I move back to Los Angeles next year the cat is staying here. He told me yesterday that the moving would be too traumatic for her - and he also thinks that she prefers living with him because he scoops her litter box every night, which is something Paul and I could never bring ourselves to do. Which my dad does do. Every night. After he gets home from work. My mom is jealous because she said that when he gets home he is supposedly too tired to even bring his dinner plate from the table to the sink. But the cat's poop gets scooped every single night without fail.

However, I don't think I could handle permanently living 360 miles away from my baby so the only feasible solution to all of this is that Paul and I will have to find jobs in the Bay Area and we will shuttle the cat back and forth between our house and my parents so that my dad won't get cat-withdrawal and start seeing phantom cats that aren't really there walking about the house. I'm not kidding. This happens. In fact, it happens to me all the time. I will be sitting in my dorm room typing away on my laptop when I'll swear I see a cat walking around the apartment out of the corner of my eye. And I'll think to myself, "Oh it's just Taz." And then a few more minutes will go by and I will realize that Taz is at home with my parents and that I am slowly losing my mind because there is no cat here and yet I totally just thought I saw one.

What can I say? You get used to a small non-human animal wandering about your living quarters and it feels weird when suddenly it's just all people everywhere and no one jumps into your bed at night and uses your foot as a tiny pillow. Although admittedly I'd be pretty weirded out if any of my roommates tried it.