Introduction

     Writing is something that I like to do, if I have the time and something to write about. Finding something to write about and actually starting are the hardest parts of writing for me. Having to blog everyday for class will definitely be an experience for me. I've never blogged before and I have never been able to commit to writing like I will for this class. I have decided that you will be hearing a lot about my pets. They are a huge part of my life and often the most interesting. There will be days that I will have some magnificent idea that I just can't wait to write to you about, but for those days that my mind seems blank I will resort to random, hilarious, but totally realistic adventures of my brindle pug, Oreo, and my kitten, Tigress. They are often my source of entertainment and the cause for a smile. I hope their little adventures will also be a source for your entertainment and make you smile as well.

     I do already have a story for you regarding my sweet, but sometimes psychotic kitten. Tigress is normally loving and lazy, but she gets into these neurotic moods where she pounces on and attacks everything in sight including, but not limited to, Oreo, plastic bags, the couch, and my feet. On Sunday night (my birthday) this second personality took hold of her and the house became her own little world of antagonists. My husband Michael (who will also be featured periodically), and I finished dishing up our plates of biscuits and hot gravy and planted ourselves on the suede couch in the living room. We blew on our food to cool it, took a few bites and talked about our not-so-exciting day. By now we are used to Tigress making a complete fool of herself and tend to ignore her as she goes about terrorizing the house. That was a mistake.
     One second she is staring up at me from the floor with innocent little kitten eyes and the next she is in my gravy. In one giant kitty leap she managed to go from the floor directly into my steaming plate of food. She frantically shook her legs, flinging gravy from her paws to the couch, my face, my clothes, Oreo's mouth, and the floor. I'm basically in a state of shock and my husband is laughing too hard to stop her. Needless to say, Tigress got an extra bath, I got a change of clothes, Oreo got a rare treat, and Michael got quite the laugh.