If you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that earlier this month I “committed” myself to doing the 30 Day Writing Challenge, in conjunction with NaNoWriMo. And as you can see, I’ve been failing miserably. While I HAVE been posting daily (mostly backdated posts about stuff I’ve been doing and what not) , they’re not following the challenge prompts at all. I suppose that’s better than nothing. :’D
Day 12’s prompt was supposed to be about “Five Blessings In Life”.
I have a lot to be thankful for. A loving, if somewhat dysfunctional family (show me a perfect one!), a roof over my head, a job that gives me some pretty sweet perks, a doting boyfriend , and despite not being able to own a house, the financial ability to live in relative comfort.
The only thing missing in my life right now is a pet. As anyone who knows me will tell you, I’m absolutely OBSESSED with cats. I want one so bad. Just looking at videos of cute cats after a stressful day at work calms me. Friends who have cats have to tear me away from their pets whenever I visit because I’d be so busy trying to get them to sit on my lap (the cat, not the friend). I can’t pass by a stray on the street without miao-ing at it. And I’m constantly shoving pictures of cute cats in people’s faces, the same way mothers show their baby pictures to people.
The problem is, I still live with my parents and my mom HATES cats. She half-jokes (actually I think she means this in full seriousness) that the day I can have a cat in the house is when she dies. lol. She is more open to the idea of a dog, but we’ve had bad experiences with previous pet dogs so I don’t want to go there again. While I like dogs, I can’t say I would like them as pets because they’re just so excitable. It’s like having an extrovert in the house, God forbid.
But then again, I don’t think I would mind having a Samoyed, like Maya the Polar Bear. Just look at how sweet she is:
Also sums up my feelings about coming in to work today.