...

So, Michael took us to the other Humane Society in the area.

We looked at all the cats (and the dogs, too). Then we went to Borders to buy calendars. And so I could think about all the cats that we'd seen.

The choice was up to me.

I REALLY liked three cats a lot. Four, if I thought about it.
We went back and looked at them again.

None of them totally felt quite right. One was SOCLOSE ... but, with how the kids don't always shut the doors ... I don't want to get a cat just for it to run away.

And, instead of two of the ones that I was looking at, a set of kittens (well, five-month-old cats) caught my eye. But ... I can't be spending $160 on cats. (I still would need to get them collars and a scratching post.) Not right yet.

So, we arrived at home empty-handed. And, yes, I did cry about it.
But ... as bad as I felt not choosing ANY, the thought of choosing one right now felt worse.

I don't like being responsible or being a grown-up right now.

Ugh.