I wrote this about TFC about a year and a half ago. I decided to link to it today because I didn’t do it yesterday. And yesterday, March 1, is the date I chose as the day the fucking cat adopted me. It actually happened sometime in February 2005, but I don’t recall the date, so I picked one that would be easy to remember.

Why is it important? Well, it’s not important to anyone but me. It’s important to me because I didn’t rescue Telli – she saved me.  I told part of the story here. That story ends – and a new part of my life began – when I found TFC lounging on the step outside my front door. She gave me something to do. She was something I had to take care of and be responsible for. She gave me a reason when I didn’t have one.

And she did it her way – every step of the way. She wouldn’t let me pet her or pick her up, but she followed me everywhere. She was scared of everything, but faced down each threat with nothing but the will to prevail. We’re a lot alike, TFC and me. She has a longer, fluffier tail, though.

I turned in my final project for the Java class – and you can all breathe a collective sigh of relief. The program doesn’t work and I don’t know how to fix it, but I turned it in anyway.  I should get a C for the class, despite flunking the final – and that’s all that matters. I have two weeks off and then I start my last class. Yay. And then I’m taking a very long break to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I will probably continue to work toward a Bachelor’s degree, but maybe not. Maybe I’ll get the Network + certification, change jobs, and live happily ever after. I don’t have to decide today.

Today, I have to wait for the cable guy to arrive and fix my cable so that I can get TNT, Fox News, and ESPN back. He could call anytime before 8pm – I don’t even have one of those silly two-hour windows. They are so booked that in order to get the time I need (5pm to 7pm), I would have to wait until the end of next week. So they’ll fit me in today … sometime. They just don’t know when. I hope it’s soon, because it is absolutely gorgeous outside and I want to go play. Instead, I’ll do some spring cleaning, torment TFC, and just hang out. Now that this stupid class is over, I can finally ease up and relax a little.

Yesterday, MoC and I played in a poker tournament hosted by her apartment complex. No cash, just prizes, but the prizes weren’t bad. First place for a resident was $200 off the rent. First place for a non-resident was a $50 gas card, dinner for two and comedy club tickets. Only 18 people showed up, but we only beat about half of them before we both got knocked out. MoC actually lasted about half an hour longer than I did. I had bad cards, what can I say? We met a woman who is a dealer at one of the casinos here and she told us about a ladies only tournament at the casino. MoC and I are going to do that, too.

Now that you’re all caught up, I’m off to do that cleaning, tormenting TFC, hanging out thing.