So getting a new cat is like having a baby. It’s small, cute, and you just want to hug it and kiss it, and you’re worried about every little thing because even though there’s a million books and people tell you what to expect, you still stress out that you’re doing something wrong. Sleep is lost as he cries throughout the night, and every time you get close he hisses and makes a break for the safety which is under the bed…

So I just spent the better part of the day in my bedroom with our new kitten. Claudia came right about 11, and we put Nickel in the bedroom while we worked out the paperwork and I asked her a few questions. When she had gone, I went back in and was unable to find Nickel anywhere. Only after several minutes of ‘could he possibly gotten out of the room’ did I finally realize that one of the dressers was actually open in the back and he had climbed under there.

I scooted the dresser out, and eventually got him out. He hissed at me and did some growling but never actually lashed out or bit me. Once I was holding him he seemed pretty okay, so I petted him for a while and then let him go about his business which (once I had made it so he couldn’t get behind the dresser anymore) consisted of under the bed and inside the litter box.

So the rest of the day consisted of holding him for a bit, and then leaving him alone while I read. Eventually he got to the point where he would no longer cower or hiss when I came to hold him for a while. When Matthew came home I pulled him out once again, and he settled into the crook of my arm. He hissed at Matthew once, but pretty much just chilled next to me until I had to move due to my neck hurting from the position.

He’s now in the litter box again, and Matthew is in the room playing his game boy. I’m going to make dinner and then we might give him some completely alone time for the evening. I have some pictures, but they’re not great so I might wait a bit until I actually post them.

So getting the tickets was an adventure in itself. Anyway, we headed out a bit early to catch the metro into DC. Got there with plenty of time, but I’d never been to this metro station and after some very confusing (and very illegal) turns we found that we had to part across the street and then walk over. We got down to the machine where you buy your metro pass, only for me to remember the only cash I have on me is two dollar bills, so we had to go around and beg for bills the machine would accept in order to me to get my pass. (Who carries cash anymore, I mean really?) Pass in hand we go down the longest escalator in the world, get on the metro and zoom into DC, getting off at the metro station that comes out underneath the Verizon Center.

In we go and find our seats. We’re pretty early, and neither Mom nor I had our cell phones so we had no idea what time it was. The concert started a little late, but it wasn’t that big a deal, and out he comes, and everyone’s screaming and clapping. He does two songs and then turns around and sings to the part of the crowd that is behind him, saying they deserve something for paying for those tickets. Then he introduced his band members, and sang so many of his old songs, and some of his new ones.

Now I’m a weird concert goer. I actually don’t like to jump up and down and dance and scream and whatever. I like to sit, listen to the music, and maybe tap my feet. People never seem to understand that. Everyone around me was like that, but either way I was enjoying myself, and Mom was too.

But my most favorite thing about the show was just how happy he seemed to be on stage. He’s pretty old by now (don’t know how old exactly.) but he was dancing around and laughing and all that sort of thing. It’s my first real experience seeing someone who simply oozed charisma, and I loved it.

/school girl scream