Let me tell you a story. It’s a story about a young carefree college graduate, whose life was changed by a simple shower drain.

Lately, I’ve been noticing that my shower has been draining rather…slowly. I’m in the shower for about 5 minutes and the water is over my ankles by the time I turn it off. It’s time to figure out why.

I get down on my hands and knees, feeling through the foot-deep water. It’s at these times I’m glad I don’t have a boyfriend, because I could only imagine what he would say if he saw me on my hands and knees, stark naked in the bathtub. I’m guessing he would probably think PARTY IN THE BATHTUB!

I successfully remove the push-cap drain and feel my fingers around inside the drain. There is a lot of soft, mushy…SOMETHING. I pull it out, and after I got all of the hair out, it was roughly the size of a golf ball. In. The Drain. All of the hair over the years seemed to come up, along with some other colors.

My first thought was: My GOD what did the tenants before me BATHE? A Mammoth?

My second thought was: This would make a GREAT blog entry.

As I pulled the rest of the hair out (some of it was green fibers, if that grosses anyone out), I kept thinking “What if all of this is from ME?” I mean, it could be. It’s very likely that they cleaned out all of the drains before I arrived, but I have NO idea where the different colored strands came from. For testing purposes, I’ve decided to go and buy a mesh-cover for the drain in order to figure out if it is me or not.

For now, feel free to call me Woolly Mammoth.

Excuse me while I go shed all over someone’s unsuspecting bathtub.

So, I gave myself an ultimatum. A mac, or…something else. Teresa urged me to go and see cats again, but I resisted on moral grounds because I MIGHT NOT BE ALIVE IN 3 DAYS. (Because that is when the CDC calls me and I record it and share it with you!)

However, I digress.

So, what did I end up getting?

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Meet: Scrappy. (Bottom of Stairs) How can I describe this cat? ENERGETIC. If she falls down the stairs, she will run back up them and fall down them again. When exploring my house, she is prone to climbing into cabinets, and when I’m getting something out of a cabinet like a garbage bag, sponge, etc, SOMEHOW she hears and will be RIGHT there to try and sneak into said cabinet to explore.

Meet: Sara. (Top of Stairs) Sara is like me. Over-contemplative until there is no more time left. She will sit at the bottom of the stairs and stare up at them wondering if they are safe to climb or not. For. Hours. It’s quite entertaining sometimes. Sara also is scared of her own shadow, and any movement in the house will send her flying up the stairs and under my bed for the next three hours.

Okay, so my original plan was to adopt ONE cat. But, I was literally signing the paperwork for Scrappy when a girl comes bursting into the room and claims that the two cats (Scrappy was with another cat, whom I now know as Sara) are a ‘bonded couple’ and would have to be adopted together or not at all.

So, now I have two cats, instead of one. Both cats have NOT been given their rabies shots, but that is about to be remedied when I go for the first vet visit on Saturday just to establish myself in the vet-community. Since I bought a ‘not-needed’ cat (I’m hoping I don’t take that too literally) from the Humane Society, they gave me all sorts of free food, coupons, and a free first-vet visit physical for both cats. Oh, what fun!

So, let me give you a little run-down of my normal-day with these two:

Scrappy: Cabinet open? Open now? …Open? Can I…can I climb in?

Me: No. Scrappy, n-NO bad - stop it. Get out of there!

Sara: I cannot believe you had to adopt HER as well. This is absurd, and I demand you bring her back for a refund.

Me: Good kitty, aren’t you a good kitty? Yes you are!

Sara: Stop being so asinine, human infidel, and bring me my food.

Scrappy: Can I…can I eat the camera? IT SMELLS LIKE FOOD!

Sara: You. Are. An. Idiot.

Scrappy: You wanna’ play Sara? Now? How about now? No? You don’t feel like playing? What’s that mean? How about now? Now?

Sara: If you lick me one more time I’m afraid the human will be unable to find you later.

So, now that you know I have two cats with completely opposite personalities: let’s have a test!

Now, which one is Scrappy, and which one is Sara?