After Drew and I got married, we acquired a few house plants. We decided that if we could keep ourselves alive while keeping these plants alive for at least six months, we'd consider getting a cat.
The eight month mark came along. We're still alive. We've gotten the hang of grocery shopping and panini-making and packing lunches and doing laundry. (That is, when our apartment complex washing machines don't disappear out of nowhere for weeks at at time.) And the plants? Still flourishing in their pots. Needless to say, we're pretty proud of ourselves.
This was exciting as well because it meant that we could finally fulfill our wildest dreams and get a cat. Really though, we love cats. We planned on going to a bunch of different shelters to find the perfect kitty. As it turned out, we ended up going to just one shelter. And leaving with the first cat we saw.
My favorite thing? Her pink nose.