Ariel

I got home last night and ran into the guy who's living with Brittany upstairs. When I pulled in, as usual, Ariel came out of the bushes and waited for me in front of my car, then followed me across the parking lot. When she saw whatshisname, though, she hung back. He mentioned to me that he and Brit are going to be moving at the end of the month, and then asked me about Ariel. He said that she hardly ever comes in, and that he can't get her to come near him, and they were thinking of leaving her behind, and thought maybe I'd like to have her. "Yeah," I said, playing it coy, "she does kinda follow me around." He mentioned that Brit's seen her with me and thought I would want her. So I said I'd have no problem looking after her.

Yeah, so my upstairs neighbors are going to be gone. No more Donkey Porno Girl and her Pistol Toting Thug making wild noise and shaking my ceiling. I think I might actually miss that a bit.

So it looks like the little cat might officially become mine. This is besides the point that Ariel pretty much adopted me four or five months ago, and she's pretty much been my de facto cat since the spring. Sure, I'll take her. I am pretty attached to the little girl, after all.

But this means I have to think through a few things. I don't have the back-up of her not "really" being my cat anymore, like when I take off for the weekends. I have to figure out what I'm going to do there. I can't just leave her out for a day or two, but she likes going outside so much that I can't just leave her locked in here for days either. I'ma have to think this out.

I also need to find out some other stuff, like how old she is, if she's been fixed, if she has her shots, and all that.

The thing I'm concerned about now is getting busted with her here with her actually belonging to me. My lease is up for renewel on November 1, and I'd really like to keep the place without any hassles.

But I couldn't say no either.