Ugh Cats!

I cannot stand cats. They are obnoxious, willful creatures who take over the whole house. Sleeping all day wherever they want to (ie your clean clothes) and chasing every stray string, thread, moving foot under cover. What's more, loathe litter boxes. Horrid things. Absolutely monstrous. For the last decade I have refused anything to do with cats, kittens, anything meow-related. Dogs are the way to be. They are loyal, fun-loving, outdoorsy, and protect the house. Shoot, my dog catches flies for me and licks spiders to death. What more could one ask for?

So what do I do after a decade of blissful cat-loathing? Buy a kitten! That's the most logical next step, of course! A lunch spend over at my sister's home rekindled the love-spark for cats. Whilst sitting on the floor in the nursery, one of her cats did the face-lunge-rub-flop thing. If you have ever owned a cat then you know exactly what that means. For those who haven't, the cat comes up and lunges at your hand (leg, arm, shoe, face) with it's face to rub itself against you and then flop itself down right where you are. They most especially love to do this when you are walking down the hall with something in your hands in an attempt to trip you.

Back to the love-spark. My sister would not let me bring her cat home so I did what any self-respecting person does, proceeding to ask her husband. Long story short, I went home with his blessings and her trump card, but no cat. About a month later, I felt head-over-heels in love with the most adorable black kitten at our small local pet shop. I probably could have made it out of the store without him if I had not given in to holding the little guy. 

Game. Set. Match. 

He came home with us half an hour later and was dubbed Ducati.

Motorcycle fanatic husband has always wanted a Ducati in our garage so I got him a black and white one =P