May seems to be flying by, and with it comes my impending birthday. May 27th. This birthday is no ordinary birthday, I will be the big 2-5. A quarter century old. In the past (when I was young) I thought I wouldn't care about growing old. I figured I would embrace by old age and wrinkles should they come and live life as I pleased. Because of this obviously incorrect assumption my sudden anxiety at turning 25 has surprised me, to say the least. I find myself not wanting to even celebrate my birthday. No party for me please. I would kind of like to just forget it exists and go on living the glorious 24 that I am. Now I know what some of you may be thinking "But Casey, 25 is so young! I'd love to be 25 again!", and yes, I do understand that 25 isn't really that old, but to me it signifies something more. The moving forward with life and responsibilities. My insurance should drop because I will be 25 (bonus), which just reinforces the fact that I'm becoming more mature if you will. My youth is waning. Gone are the days of no responsibilities and in are the days of bills bills bills. Work to pay bills. Try to have fun on the side. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing, I enjoy my freedom of being an 'adult' but I do miss being young. It just seems to have all gone by so fast. I can still remember high school vividly and I think that's what scares me the most. I can remember what it was like to be younger and realize that those days are over. Gone. Forever. Never to come again. And that ladies and gents, sucks.
Now that I've went on for what seems like an eternity (wow, just about as old as me!) I will again discuss the coveted cat wheel. As of right now there is no cat wheel to my knowledge. I haven't heard much about it for some time, but I do have a birthday looming as we all know (ugh). So, I have a slight suspicion that I will be getting this cat wheel or my birthday. Which would probably be one of the best presents ever.
Roland is still the same old Roland. Crazy most times and sweet others. He is settling down a bit I think, and he lays with me more which is nice. We have Casey kitty cuddle time on the couch. I have become friends with the girls at the pet store where I get Roland's food, and one of the girls there suggested I bring Rollie-Baby over to play with her cat. We haven't done this yet, but hopefully in the next few weeks we can get them together. I'd like to socialize Roland more with other cats, so I think this could be a good thing. Plus he'd get a friend to play with. I hope he plays nice. Time will tell I suppose.
Other than that not much else is new in the adventures of Casey and Roland. Just the normal routine of cleaning up unexpected cat pukes, some of which I discover only after I step in them.
Remember, life's never boring when you have a Bengal!
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