Hey y’alls. I’m Melissa.
a Licensed Professional Counselor, which essentially means that the future of my unborn children is already doomed.
Sadie is my five year old tri-color domestic shorthair. She’s very whiny and bitey. She likes to flop over a lot and doesn’t do a whole host of normal cat things one might expect a cat to do. We tried to send her back but were unsuccessful.
Brian is my 30-something year old dirty blonde domestic short haired human. He’s rarely whiny, not so bitey, and does many things you’d expect a cat to do. I have no intention of sending him back.
I used to be that baby-crazy lady who gawked at maternity store windows and had to refrain from taking home stray babies at the supermarket. Now, I’m the crazy pregnant lady actually getting to shop on the other side of said windows; my spawn should be making an appearance around August.
We recently moved to the greater Portland, OR area from Northern California and we’re still trying to figure out what all this wet stuff is.
This blog has been added to the short list of things that keep me from seeing the inside of a padded cell.