The closing date on the house got move to Friday December 15 instead of the 14th. No biggie, but it does put a slight crimp in my plans.

This past weekend I took a couple of vacation days, as did the girlfriend, so we looked at some more furniture and appliances. The only appliaces I need^* to gather are a washer and dryer, so if any readers have suggestions let me know. I’m clueless on this one. Single guy, no kids, one girlfriend, so the load size isn’t a big deal. I’m just not sure what I should be looking for. I’m told simple is good, which is nice, because simple means less expensive, which I like.

^*: Need is a strong word. I could always do laundry at my girlfriend’s place (15 minutes away) or my parents place (12 minutes away) but I don’t want to bother with that. I can manage for a couple of weeks that way but I want them in there ASAP.

FYI: I should have possession of the new place by December 14th, if not sooner.

I’m not a big fan of cats. I can’t imagine ever getting one as a pet for myself. Why? Well, they’re not dogs. Dogs are loyal, useful, and in my experience, truely Man’s Best Friend.

Dogs love you for taking care of them. They respect you for keeping them safe.

Cats just tolerate your existence in their house because you take care of them, or so it seems to me.

When I started dating my girlfriend she had a cat: Bogey. I was abou a year old a the time. It’s exactly everything I dislike about cats. It’s not very friendly to new people. I guess I’m one of the few that has ever gotten away with petting it for more than a couple of minutes. It sometime sits next me while I blog curious as to what I’m doing with the “magical” white Apple MacBook that sometimes makes noises.

Saturday we went to the local pet store and adopted a 5 month old cat: Murphy. Bogey is a pretty hyper cat. When night hits it’s hard to keep her occupied. Whenever I try and play with her she bites and claws at me. It’s playful, but annoying. So, we figured she needed a playmate.

Murphy is the exact opposite. He’s currently sitting on my girlfriend’s feet as she watches one of the Harry Potter movies. He’s a very cuddly cat.

Long story short: After spending about 2 hours on the couch cuddling up with Murphy I’m pretty sure my girlfriend thinks I’m full of shit when I say I don’t like cats.

I think she’s right.