JoErin

I’m not sure how anyone would do this without the use of certain substances, although I’m sure many have. I definitely don’t recommend it… I DID go insane… and I didn’t stop at three days, either. Good times… or not. ;)

I’ve been to New York City as well as the more rural, less populated areas of New York. It was an awesome experience, especially since I went as a teenager, at which time my desire to explore was at its peak. I spent most of my time in China Town while in the city… it was grungy and crowded; the streets were lined with odd shops that were crunched together like they’d been squeezed in a vice, and people were EVERYWHERE. I mean, it was like trying to maneuver through a wall of people! Scary, in a way, but I loved it! I was with a group of internet friends and we had to hold onto the backs of each others’ coats so we wouldn’t be swept away in the crowd. I met a crazy hobo (I can only assume that’s what he was) holding a water bottle filled with urine. He was swinging the bottle at me and attempting to tell me something, which was incomprehensible. That was probably my only negative experience, although it was still quite amusing. I live in Texas… I guess most of the crazies stay inside around here, or perhaps I just haven’t met them on the street since things are so far apart that no one really does any walking.

The less populated areas were beautiful. I forget the name of the town we were heading for, but we passed several interesting ones along the way. One was called Horsehead, and I thought that was really funny.

I love traveling, and would definitely go anywhere if the opportunity arose. New York was wonderful, and I encourage anyone who plans on making the trip!

I grew up with cats and have always loved them. I love their laziness and their lack of anxiety, their indifference to whatever doesn’t concern them (those things about a cat’s character that most people don’t like). I love their loving nature, how they reserve this for their chosen people and how they make you feel lucky to be a recipient of their affection. They are like little gods! I have three, one named Sophie who is 15-years-old and who has been with me since I was seven. The other two are kittens that I rescued from a feral cat colony back in May of this year. My coworker found them motherless and crying behind her shed and brought them to work (I’m a vet tech). I took them, of course, and named them Jane and Abel, a little boy and girl.

I couldn’t imagine living without feline company.

Also, remember, you can never OWN a cat. You can co-exist with one, share your home with him, but you will never be his owner.