If this blog seems a little out of place, I apologize.

There’s someone who something that I wanted to blog about in July, but I got so busy with my birthday, work and getting ready for school that I didn’t have time to do so. Luckily, I’ve found that time now. So excuse me as I rewind to this previous summer aka two months ago.

This summer, I finally got a chance to do something I’ve always wanted to do: cat sit! And not only did I get to cat sit, I got to kitty sit, which is infinitely better and cuter. My friend Delaney was actually the one who agreed to a cat sit for her friend, Julia, but once I heard that she had the kitty in question, I stole the kitty insisted in helping her out.

And that’s how I got to take care of the most precious kitty in the history of the world, Jude. (And yes, before you ask, he is named after the Beatles song.)

Excuse me as I resort to junior high grammar, but he was the CUTEST wittle baby I had ever seen, and it was awesome kittysitting him. I felt like the cool aunt who gets to spoil her nieces and nephews before depositing them on their parents’ doorstep at the end of the day.

And at the end of the day, I was really glad to drop this little rascal off at Delaney’s when I was done playing with him.

Jude was a little trouble maker. Within minutes of getting to my apartment, he got himself stuck in our dishwasher:

However, he always balanced out those moments by doing something that was “Awwwww.” worthy. For example, after rescuing him, I had to go work an overnight shift. It was a very long and tiring shift, but luckily for me, I woke up to this after my post-work nap:

It was adorable and it reminded me just how awesome it was to live off campus in my own apartment during summer. While there are plenty of opportunities to play with animals (volunteer with PAWS if you can!) while living on campus, you can’t have one in your room unless it can breathe underwater.

And underwater breathing animals aren’t always that cute or sweet. They can’t cuddle up and hug your Giraffe Pillow Pet:

But cat sitting for Jude wasn’t all fun and games. One time after I ran errands, while I was putting my groceries in the refrigerator, I realized that I hadn’t seen Jude for awhile. I started calmly searching for Jude by ripping the whole apartment apart. I convinced myself that I let him out and was clearly the worst kitty sitter in the history of kitty sitting and would never pass school or be a good nurse or good pet sitter or be a good human being.

Luckily, before I called Delaney in a panic, I took one final look around the apartment. It was then that I found Jude hiding on my bed:

Even after all the fun we had with him, my roommates and I were more than happy to return Jude to Delaney and have an apartment that wasn’t covered with kitty litter. But, taking care of  Jude was definitely a highlight of my summer. I knew I needed to blog about him…even if I’m two months late in doing so!