Kitten Smuggling

So today as I sat on the beach in Belmar, regaling Dan Khomenko with stories of recent and past events in my life Dan suggested I start a blog. Now, I've had one of these things already, and let me tell you, Its really weird writing all this stuff about yourself that probably 2.6 people will read. Well, before I had a chance to put this off and never do it (as is my custom) Dan was gracious enough to create this account, and provide me with ample encouragement to help me get started.

"Hey Dan, guess who has my new shades."
"Who?"
"The Atlantic Ocean."

I'm pretty sure this is the dialog that started his proposal for me to start another blog.

After much self-debate I decided to buy some fresh shades from Eastern Lines. At $19.80 they were the most expensive sunglasses I have ever owned to date. I put them on and instantly, an overwhelming sense of being a (say "quote, unquote for desired literary effect) "G" filled me. About 15 minutes later I walked over to the surfing beach and caught a few waves. Right before I caught the second wave I put the shades on. The result was a ride so "G" feeling that I was instantly addicted to surfing with fresh shades on. Then on my 4th wave I stood a little forward on my board, the nose went under, and I was catapulted forward into the whitewash. My half an hour owned "G" shades were ripped off my face. In the darkness of my eyelids (my eyes were closed) I groped around the raging water and briefly touched the frame, which was then pulled away in a split second before I could grab it. Result: "G" feeling lost. Shades also lost. Dignity: Intact but severely damaged.

As I wearily placed my board back on the sand and proceeded to flop on a towel I told Dan this story. He bagan to recount the other few stories I had told him, and suggested I make a blog to archive all the interesting things I do/have done. And so this page was created.

So the first interesting thing I will tell you all (like what 3 people?) will be the story of my Kitten Jibbles (my, how bland and uninteresting. Not really read on this is pretty cool)



My now ex girlfriend had gotten a kitten. Now In my head I had already been toying with the idea of getting my own kitten, and when she got hers that idea became a desire. My mom however hates all animals. "Mom what do you think about getting a kitten? I mean, it poops in a litter box, doesnt make loud noises, and basically takes care of its self." "NOOOOOO, NO NO NO NO NO, I DON WAN SEE ANY ANIMARS IN DA HOUS. YOU BETTTTTTR NOT BLING ANIMAR INTO DA HOUS. ANIMAR!"

Un phased, I decided to get one anyway and deal with The consequences later. One thing I've learned, is that with my parents its better to do and deal with than to ask permission and never do. You see, if you ask them and they say no, then forget it, its out of the question. But if you just do it, and deal with whatever happens, then theres a pretty big chance you might actually get it.

So, like any other young person in need of something local I went to craiglist. No, not for a prostitute. After watching the posts for a number of days I found a listing with a picture of a few kittens, one of them an orange and white tabby. They were close by, and only 6 weeks old. The next day I called up the lady giving them away and set up a pick up date.

That Sunday, Shari Hewes and I left for Princeton. And after a very good time at the campus, and a very delicious sandwich, we drove to Burlington. The house was very small, with a big front and back yard and a gravel driveway. I knocked at the back door and a little girl came to the door. Before I could say anything, the woman I knew as Ingred from over the phone stepped into view. After a few moments of discussion Jibbles the kitten was in his specially designed cardboard box with a door and windows and a paper and pen sign that read "The Residency of Jibbles the Cat Est. 6/2/10" and on his way back to Manalapan.

Now the original plan called for my mother being at work by the time we got home. Allowing me to safely smuggle Jibbles up to my room where no one would see him. After texting her a question that would reveal her location: "Bring some sushi home from the restaurant" I learned that she was still in the house. Ever resourceful I shot back: "Go to food town please were out of ham." Shari and I waited in a nearby parking lot until we saw my mom leave.

I secretly kept Jibbles in my room for two days. Then my mom unlocked my door to put the laundry in. She saw Jibbles and Instantly fell in love. I mean just look at that cute face up there. How could you not?


So thats it I guess. My First Post. I hope I didnt bore you to death. I dont have the insurance to deal with that. More to come tomorrow when I might build a potato gun for Dan Mahoney or sneak out for a 12AM bonfire. Come Back and check out the blog!

-Chris