This past Thursday, my roommate decided to go to local animal shelters and look at the kittens that they had. I would have gone with her, but I had class and I was not too interested at the time in getting a baby for myself anyway.

When I got home from class, I got an excited phone call from my roommate where she explained that she had found the missing link in her life that she never quite knew existed until that moment. She signed the papers, it was happening, she was getting a cat...

After the initial screaming and other unintelligible sounds that were coming from the other end of the phone, my roommate started telling me more about the cat. Here's what I gathered:

Age: 3 months old

Color: "She looks like a little Samoa cookie"

Temperament: Calm and playful

Other: "Oh and she has a sister!"

When I heard that Tulip (now named Samoa... Ya know? Because she looks like a little girl scout cookie) had a sister, for some reason I got really excited and ran to my car. Something in my head told me that separating these two kittens would be too bad of an experience for both of them and I couldn't let it happen.

Miraculously, I was able to get to the shelter in time before they closed the front office, and one of the workers even took me back to see the kitten, Petunia (now named Sayaa [say-yah] because who would ever choose to name a cat Petunia?)

Before I knew it, I was signing adoption papers and trying to mentally prepare myself to have a cat laying around all day every day, living the life I wish to someday have. Since then, I have had mixed feelings about the experience.

I didn't really like spending money on cat litter and food, wasn't too fond of the whole "I have to clean up this throw up because she is not used to eating this new food" experience and I have already begun to notice just how sneaky cats are... And how many cares they don't give about the fact that you have articles to write (see pic below)

On the other hand, I have really enjoy taking care of her so far and I am definitely loving all of the affection she shows me.

So far, having a cat has been all "Omg she loves me so much! She is so sweet and great! Wait, does this cat even like me? Omg look at that cute little face!"

I am definitely not used to having her around yet, and I think that the fact that I even adopted another species and am now calling her my baby is a little weird... But I am rolling with it, because I love her already and I know for a fact (kinda) that she loves me too. Either way, I'm stuck with her for at least eight more of her lifetimes and that, I am not mad about at all.