So I got Mouser last Sunday. I took him to my apartment, took some pictures, got him all the stuff cats need...a litter box, food, a scratching board with catnip...all that stuff. Everything was good...until that night came.

I realized I had gotten an outdoor cat. This caused two problems. One, he is a higher energy cat and likes to run around outside, and I'm in an apartment where there is no room to run. The second problem is cats like to be awake at night. I need the little sleep I get.

I also found out, the cat is allergic to smoke. Now I don't smoke. I actually have trouble breathing when in direct contact with smoke. But about the second day at my apartment, I realized the cat sneezing a lot by Tuesday his nose was covered almost completely in dry snot, and by this morning he was breathing through his mouth. But before you say I was evil to let it get that bad, I had decided to take him back on Monday night, but didn't have a way to do it.

There were other problems too, like him having a habit of jumping onto whatever it was that wasn't him in my lap. This caused a riped school paper and many computer programs to shut down. And the problem of my apartment being too small to have a litter box...ick.

So I took him back to my friend that gave him to me. Now based on what I have said before, this should have been easy and happy, being that all logic says it would be a bad idea to keep the cat here, but when you have to get back and pack up stuff like the string he liked to case around, or his food and water bowl, and the fact that everything he did was cute....even when it was a bother....Its still tough to do.

Now I know most of you have stopped reading by now. Probably skipped a paragraph or two. Thats ok, I would have also. But what I was trying to get to, was I learned a good bit from all this. I learned that what you want isn't always what you need. I learned that you don't need to get something that requires attention if you already have something that requires all your attention...like school work. And I also learned I don't want a kid for another ten years at least. Now you may not see the connection between this and the other lessons...but when you get a new living thing in your house living with you that requires you to survive, and you look at this thing and think "I'm so glad I can take you back in a couple days," ....then you really don't need a kid. Because a kid will take twenty times the attention and care as a cat would, and there is no ethical way to return a kid. I'm just not that mature yet. So I'm going to go back to my studies and my games and take a deep breath and hit myself for using 'and' so many times in one sentence without commas. :P