First off, I am really not a blogger. But in the two weeks since I moved into this tiny, little townhouse in the city, at least six people have suggested I get a cat, offered to give me a cat, or asked me when I was getting a cat. Last night it happened again: at a gathering of friends from my old neighborhood, the speculation about my cat-owning future began anew. And so this morning I woke up wanting -- really wanting -- to let everyone out there know that I do not want a cat. OK? I'll say it one more time: I DO NOT WANT A CAT -- REALLY! Now it's documented; if anyone ever asks me again, I'll just direct them to my blog. At the very least it will give me a chance to change the subject -- or run away.
I find myself wondering why anyone would think I would want a pet at this stage of my life. Yes, I live alone -- or at least I will when my youngest son leaves for college in the fall. And yes, it is a bit quiet around here...but I'm not sure that will be a problem. After spending 28 years raising children and trying to define where my kids' lives ended and mine began, I think I'm ready for a little quiet. So today, I'm celebrating my first holiday alone in my new home: the 4th of July, 2011...Independence Day. Go figure.
