The Susanne

I’ll read­ily admit it: I’m a cat person. If my love life doesn’t work out I will be the old lady that shares her house with a hun­dred cats. And I might even pos­sibly end up refer­ring to them as my babies.

Right now, though, I live in a flat so I can’t have a cat. It’s so incred­ibly mean to keep a cat locked in a flat. A cat should have loads of room out­side to run around, climb trees and kill loads and loads of birds, rats and mice! At the same time, I’m long­ing for a kitten. I’ve had cats all my life, the last one was with us for 13 years and I still miss her even though she passed away four or five years ago. My par­ents have a new cat now, a boy, but he doesn’t acknow­ledge me as family: I’m just the vis­itor who if I’m lucky will get to pet him a little if I stay for sev­eral days.

Soooo… I want a bunnyrab­bit! I’ve been to the pet­shop and met a gor­geous little girl, she’s incred­ibly cute and looks just like a little dust bunny. When I was there she did this thing where she lifted up one front leg like a gryphon while she made a huge yawn - she looked like a roar­ing lion! (or gryphon…)

I’m just going over and over it all in my head: should I buy her or will it be a mis­take? One moment my heart over­rules my brain and I decide I will, the next my brain takes back con­trol and tells me of all the work, all the incon­veni­ence, and all my elec­trical cords which will be gnawed. Yet I still want her. I wish I had a photo of her to put up, she’s so incred­ibly beautiful.

Might just have to pop back down the pet­shop tomor­row and bring her home! Oh and her name? Ramsay. After Gordon, of course. It sounds equally cool in Eng­lish, South­ern Nor­we­gian, West­ern Nor­we­gian and East­ern Nor­we­gian. Yea, they are different.