The Lawyer Never Showed...

I thought I'd bring everyone up to date about my negotiations with the cat.  I drove over to Susan's on Thursday afternoon for the meeting, and the damn lawyer never showed.  I am not sure if this means that George has a crappy lawyer (I mean, how many lawyers would work for a cat...unless it was a professional courtesy), or George had set someone up to call me and never got one in the first place.

So we got down to brass tacks.  It seems that George reads this blog, and he did not like the suggestions I made, or those added in comments.  He seemed particularly wary about the whole Kitty parasol thing.  So I think he was in a more amenable mood to come to terms.

We agreed, and George will resist the urge to make my life hell by dander-ing all over me.  The terms:

1.  I promise to feed George choice tidbits while I am cooking.
2.  George promises to be aloof and keep his distance, except for the occasional desire for affection when Susan is not around.
3.  George will stay off the bed while I am in it.  He reserved the right to sleep with Susan if I am not around.
4.  I will wait until atleast next May to get a puppy, and George gets right of first refusal on the breed of the dog (when I asked him which ones were on the list to avoid, he rattled off quite a few:  no terriers (especially Jack Russells), no collies (Border or otherwise), nothing small and yappy (anyone who knows me understands how how agreeing to this would not be a problem), and nothing that could be perceived as more "prissy" than a cat (which leaves out Bichon's, miniature poodles, miniature pinschers, etc.), and the last one: nothing that P/a/ris H/ilt/on would ever be cought carrying around (for some  reason George does not like Paris, called her a bee-yatch, whatever that is).
5.  No Kitty clothing: dresses, parasols, or otherwise.

So, I think we are set.  As for the catnip, George says that it might be a nice occasional treat, but that if I get him hooked, there'll be hairballs in all of my shoes.