I used to have a cat. For purposes of protecting the cat's identity, let's call this cat Lucky. Lucky was a pest. She was into everything. She scratched on the furniture, she threw cat litter everywhere, and she attacked our feet while we tried to sleep at night, she knocked cups of milk over on the kitchen table. Lucky was annoying. In fact, one night while she was outside, I swear a dog tried to eat her. My roommate and I were hanging out in the den and the window to the storm door was open. Around eleven o'clock or so, we heard a terrifying cat scream. My roommate ran outside to check on the racket. About five minutes later, he came back inside followed by Lucky. Lucky was a little disheveled, a little shaky, and covered in slobber. It was gross. Dumb cat.

Anyway, I decided to get rid of Lucky a year ago. I just couldn't handle her anymore. As annoying as she was, she was equally as tiresome. The girlfriend's mom needed a cat to catch mice at her house, so we gave lucky to her. Good riddance. I honestly have not really given her a second thought until just this week.

All the kids and the girlfriend have been at Grandma Girlfriend's house this week for Spring Break. Apparently, according to reports from the girlfriend and the tall kid, the little curly haired girl has been terrorizing Lucky this week. I can only imagine!! I understand that Lucky has scratched the little curly haired girl a few times during the course of her visit. As I have reflected on this, I have found myself incredibly satisfied. Giddy even.

I mean really - how perfect is this? Lucky is gone and so is the little curly haired girl. They both annoy me to no end, and now they are together terrorizing each other. It's beautiful! They were made for each other!

But I digress . . . my respite is quickly coming to a close as I overheard my roommate talking to his girlfriend today. She and the kids are coming home tomorrow. The roommate is incredibly happy. Me?

Not so much.