Aside from irrational fears about what it means to be a single, female cat-owner, things just really aren't going that well.
Maybe it's because Spark Plug doesn't like her name (even though we call her "Sparks" or "Sparkle" instead). Whatever the reason, though, she and I don't seem to be getting along very well. Sunday was nice--but that was it. Since then we've just been driving each other nuts.
I don't think this speaks very well for me, somehow. On the other hand, it's one thing for me to alter my life and habits for the presence of other human beings. I have a much harder time doing it for animals, I'm afraid. I just don't think I'm that good with them . . . and I'm not entirely sure I care, except in the sense that I feel as if I should.
So, if you know of anyone who would like a very cute little kitten with a ton of personality which would probably blossom around someone who isn't me, let me know. We'll just pack her right into the engine and drive her on over . . .