Meet our little fur ball

The week has been rather rough, given all the things with my grandpa while trying to plan a wedding. My sister is being a royal pain in the ass, but we’ll save that for another day. If not for The Thinker and this lovable fur ball, the nights would be equally as tough.

My sweet little kitty made the drive with me from Kansas to Washington, DC. Actually, we drove just for her. She has sensitive ears so a flight could have potentially done damage resulting in a hearing loss. Since I’m a sucker, we took a little road trip. She was a trooper…didn’t throw a fit, make a mess, etc. She basically laid in my lap for the entire drive with an occasional moment of head-butting because I wasn’t showing her enough affection.

She has now won over The Thinker. He’ll climb out of bed at the God-awful hour of 4:30 am to feed the little princess. He takes the brush over her during the evenings while watching TV. They cuddle on the couch during football games and take lazy afternoon catnaps during the weekend or any day off for that matter.

Last night was particularly entertaining. I’m sitting on the couch next to The Thinker competing in an intense game of TouchMaster on my Nintendo DS, when I look over to find he is searching for “funny cat videos” on YouTube. What’s even more funny is looking down to see our kitty is not at all amused.

I mean she is the center of the universe or at least in her mind.