I found out last night that the dude who hit-and-runned me did indeed have car insurance, which is accepting 100% liability and will pay the entire claim, including my deductible. A total of $3,791.00. Holy crap.
It's a Christmas miracle! Ha.
I also got a copy of the police report, and turns out the dude was drunk. At eleven o'clock in the morning. Yikes.
And now, for MORE momentous news* ... drum roll please ... Callie let me touch her.
Yes, this girl:
This feral foster girl, who has been in my house for a year and a half, and has resisted all efforts to be tamed, actually let me touch her last night.
Oh, there was a little subterfuge involved. I put down her food bowl in front of her and she stayed (she usually runs away as soon as I put the bowl down and only comes back when I leave the room), and I reached my hand down and she stayed, and I touched her and she stayed.
The angels sang, I am telling you right now.
Of course, it'll prolly be another year and a half before she lets me do it again, but it counts. It TOTALLY counts. I touched her.
Another Christmas miracle. They're everywhere, I'm tellin' ya.
UPDATED TO ADD: Dudes, it just happened again - she let me touch her paw. Now I'm freaked out because I think this cat is haunted. There could be no other reason.
*you may or may not consider this news momentous.
2 comments:
We DO consider it momentous. Great news.
Maybe she's not haunted - she's possessed. Ha. Call the Cat Exorcist!
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