The Rubaiyat of Omar Kayyam

You all know me well enough to know that i've rarely lived sans cat. Several weeks ago, i put the word out that i was ready: i needed a kitty to make my place really feel like a home. Robin, like the good friend she's turned out to be, has called me every time she's heard of a cat that needs a home. Yesterday she called on the way home from the vet to say that they had a cute grey kitten. i called the vet and went to meet the cat on my lunch break.

i fell in love.

She's so sweet, all purry and friendly. Naturally, though, a vet charges an "adoption fee", and this vet wanted $65.00. Mind you, this is a ROCK BOTTOM price for all of a cat's shots and a spay. Still, i'm a woman on a budget, slowly clawing her way out of debt.

Enter Daddy.

i emailed him, begging for $65.00 so i could have this cat! Yes, i did. i pulled the "You know i NEED a cat, Daddy!" card. Of course he agreed and last night i went and picked her up. She is sweet, yet spunky. She doesn't claw the couch. i had forgotten how badly cat farts stink.

Oh yes, and i named her the Rubaiyat of Omar Kayyam (an ancient, famous book of Persian poetry that i've never read) or Rubai (pronounced Ruby) for short.

Thank you, Daddy! She completes the Aaralyn's Apartment Experience!