did you ever see that old Disney movie, That Darn Cat...you know, the one with hayley mills?
i never actually watched it because frankly, i never liked hayley mills movies. Pollyanna i saw, probably more than once because it was on tv a lot at my house, but no thanks. there was another one about twins setting up their divorced parents or something. anyhow, if i remember correctly, That Darn Cat is about a cat that led some kids on some sort of mystery where they discovered some spies or something. and the kids were all a lot better off (after going through the prerequisite danger, of course) for having been around "that darn cat." jump to 2002 and downtown Omaha. we have "that damn cat" running around. actually he's not such a bad sort. i say that because he likes me. anyhow, have you ever had a friend who showed up or wanted to show up at inopportune times, you did all you could for him, but he just didn't give a shit if he inconvenienced you? Pumpkin (or as i call him, Denny) is becoming that friend. first off, he showed up at 3am the other morning just as carole had dropped me off before taking a little trip. long story that i don't even really know, i just know that 2:30-3am was spent with me not being in bed, going to a grocery store and ATM there and the Quick Trip. it was actually a good bit of interesting fun, and of course i was out of my mind the whole time. anyway, she drops me off and there's that damn cat. i aspire to be some sort of midwestern urban St. Francis of Assissi, so i let him in and fed him. and he hopped up in my lap, shed all over me, etc. poor thing looked like he could use some love. we hung out til about 4am or so and then i realized that it was just time to go to sleep and that he should probably be needing to use the outdoors soon anyway. so he took off. this morning i step out the door for work and bam, there he is. understand that we hadn't really seen him much at all for the last month, now twice in several days. he must have finally forgiven carole for trying to force a bath on him. so i let him in and told carole he was there. she just isn't in the best way in the mornings, usually doesn't feel well and such, but i figured this would be ok. she wasn't so much in the mood to deal with him, so i turned around to go downstairs and work things out with him (i didn't have time myself) and there he was upstairs. so carole got up, tried to have him go outside, he ran back in, and unfortunately i had to take off. i felt a bit bad about the whole thing, but didn't know what else to do and i'm not going to be late for work due to this cat. so i'm afraid i may have taught him a poor lesson this morning, i hope to God that he doesn't make this a habit. i'm not really sure. carole said we should teach him somehow what time of day to come around. maybe we can.
anyhow, there's a big kitty update for anyone who might possibly find this amusing. and i really doubt that Pumpkin or Denny (or really, whatever you wish to call him) is going to lead us on any halfway enriching adventure, but i suppose you never know.