Cat People

So... talking to Robin and Sammy and both are so pro-cat and I even went to a Petco to check out Tinkerbell (but it was too late-- she'd been adopted).  Mom mentioned that maybe I DID need to get a cat.  So, had some cider, thinking about going to scary Boynton Wal-Mart, and wasting time looking at catteries in S Florida.  Who knew that there was a ragdoll breeder in St. Cloud... but, then again, the cats kinda look like the people.  lol  Called Robin to get the name that her Tinkerbell is from (she's a persian seal point that looks and feels and almost acts like a ragdoll-- I liked her a lot).  Meanwhile, trolling for cats... and whilst doing so, came across this:

Whaaaa?  That's kinda morbid.  I'm not quite sure what to make of it.  I feel like I should be laughing at it, but then I think about all the poor little kitties in the world whose owners need to heed this warning... apparently like Mom and Dad... Miss Muffit Mittens got out yesterday and sauntered inside with pricklies in her tail.  This was all during the new countertop-install.  Today, Mom sent me pics of her watching Tom and Jerry... apparently was quite content for 15 minutes.  lol  Wish I had a better phone so that I could upload those pics.  Cartoons and golf.  That cat is a mess... more human than animal, my parents insist... and I believe I agree.  So, even though her mother is being sold, I feel like perhaps I should go the route of my parents' neurotic cat and get a good ol' Lima, Ohio ragdoll.  If the baby has 1/8 of the personality that Po Po has, she'll be a riot.  Then there's adoption vs breeder and I know it's better to adopt and save a life, but breeders will keep breeding anyway and I kinda want to know what I'm getting... but, they always say that you should get 2-- to keep each other company during the day.  Mom regrets not getting a second.  Oh well, I can't decide on a first.

But then there's the doubt that's placed in me that I can't take care of myself, let alone another living creature. My Mom has said it before.  Daniel once said it.  And, although it stings, I do find myself wondering if I could ever really be a mother, as maybe I am selfish or irresponsible.  I just don't know.  I guess I could try with a cat, but I don't want to just get one as some sort of experiment.  :(  I just need something to love that will love me back.  But, after living alone and being such a creature of habit, I wonder if it would get on my nerves... so much back-and-forth, debating with myself on a blog that no one reads.  Oh well.  I have something to research and think about, although the costs incurred will probably be the deciding factor and cause me not to get a kitten.  I suppose I've thought this through before.  Oh well... at least I have that weird-ass flat cat picture now... and this one (which is flippin' hilarious and found on a breeder's site):

I'll bet that ragdoll doesn't go outside (lmao)

We'll see what happens, Puss Puss... I'm allergic to you, anyways.