This post is a continuation from the previous one, so if you haven’t read that, you may want to go back and catch up on things.
Alright, so about the animal shelter I visited on Saturday. This past Saturday, I mean. It was a fantastic time getting to be there, even though I’m allergic to cats and was sneezing up a storm afterwards. The place was quiet, nice, and had lots of cats all over the place. There was also a nice little dog that roamed around and didn’t make a scene. It was nice to pet him from time to time, if anything just to stay entertained. He kept the scene feeling cozy and comfortable.
I signed all the paperwork, but Jace, the cat, didn’t want to leave his cage at first. He seemed to swat at me with his hand when I was talking to him at the beginning of the day, and even though that happened, I still remained optimistic about this youthful, yet somewhat spiteful little dude. I could tell we would have a good relationship going on.
Let’s also talk about what happened on the ride back. So, in classic Anthony fashion, I had my phone on and was trying to find data in a data-less land. My phone died almost immediately afterwards, even though it was sitting at 10% right as it died, and I was stuck in the middle of nowhere in New York without a clue or a sense of where I was going or what I should be doing. I knew I needed to get on the Merritt Parkway to find my way back home, but I didn’t know necessarily how long until I could get there. I made it home safe, however, because I just kept driving straight and eventually found my way to the parkway.