Jonah

If you’ve been following my twitter feed or have talked to me in the last couple of days, you’ve already heard the news, though it’s worth it for me to say again: A home for Jonah has been found.

Thanks to Tom’s parents, on Saturday night we gussied Jonah up as best we could (via a hefty handful of nice-smelling kitty wipes, a pair of scissors to hack off his hairballs, and a thorough brushing) and drove him to Tom’s sister’s house. The resident mastiff seemed very confused about the fat, fuzzy thing gobbling up the dog kibble, but the kids loved him. We are hopeful that this will be a good relationship.

And me? Well, I’ve been cleaning like a crazy person. This morning when I got up and saw my house was still clean, I almost cried. Despite being separated from her housemate of three years, Maggie-Toes (who I am now referring to as Maggie Dubois after Natalie Wood’s character in The Great Race) is doing very well. She’s finally getting the attention she deserves and has the run of the house, minus the computer room.

I know this sounds horrible, but I don’t miss Jonah at all. I’m praying all goes well with him at the new home because I don’t think I could handle taking him back. We’re finally free and Jonah has the active and large home he deserves.