I spent several hours yesterday digging through all my photos to find pictures of my cats for a work project.
Best of all, I dug up a 16-year-old videotape that contained about five minutes of footage from the day I got my male cat.
Here's my running commentary upon seeing the tape for the first time in more than a decade and a half:
Oh my God, look at those jeans! Acid washed...high waist. Gah! And my hair! Bad, bad bleach job. I think that was when I was peroxiding it myself. The top part is all flipped back, but it's really messy and looks terrible. I know this was late in the day, but damn. What t-shirt do I have on? Oh, it's Billy and the Boingers. I don't even remember owning that, but I wish I still had it now.
Aw, the kitten is so cute! He could stand in the palm of my hand back then. What an adorable little meow! He used to sleep draped across my throat, which was cute when he weighed five ounces, but not so much once he grew up. Wow, I'm wearing high-top Reeboks with velcro. I think I might still have a pair of those somewhere...
I wasn't just rattling away to an empty room - my husband was there. I don't think he was really paying attention, though.
It was a lot of fun looking through all my photos. This week's blog theme (after today) will be scanned photos and stories from my old collection. Tomorrow: our childhood swimming pool.