This is my cat. I’ve had him since he was only 3-4 months; he’s now 6 years old. He loves naps, cat treats, bird-watching, and sitting on Robert Downey Jr.-related things. He’s with my parents back home, probably sleeping as I type this.
MOM: You have a package here. It’s from the board of pharmacy. ME: I think those are my prescription pads for work. I’ll stop later today. MOM: Oh, and there’s another package … it says here it’s from Taiwan. ME: OOOOH OHH THAT’S GOTTA BE MY TONY STARK ‘INSIDE OUT AU’ FANBOOK I’LL BE RIGHT OVER PLEASE HAVE IT READY THANKS MOM
(My cat sat right on top of it because he thinks it’s RDJ, and he likes RDJ.)
STORY TIME: This is my cat. He came into my life a little before I moved out to California to start med school.
I didn’t take him with me at that time because we figured it wouldn’t have been good for him or me. My parents ended up taking care of him.
The plan then was to take him when I go off for residency. When that time came, however, I again opted not to because: (1) I had a small, rat-ass studio apartment in Chicago, and (2) as a resident, I had really long hours and could be away for over 24 hours at a time. That ain’t fair to him.
Over the course of the last 7-8 years, every time I’d come home to visit and then leave again for months at a time, I’d always tell him: “Look, mom’s gonna be back, ok? She just needs to finish her studies so that she can get a good job and get you all the treats and shoe strings that you want and take you to the cat doctor when you get sick.”
Of course he didn’t understand that (he’s a cat) but I like to pretend that he did.
Anyway, I’m finally done with school + residency so for the first time, he’s going to start living with me. The pics above are all from yesterday when I got back.
I showed him my residency diploma (because I’m that kind of a cat person) and he literally walked all over and sat his ass down on it.