My nephew told Roxy some things about what conditions he set on me to insure that he handed her back to me when their contract was finished but didn't explain a whole lot of other things. The thing was that finding her in the state she was in he couldn't assure others who might argue their own cases that I was the best place to return her to, even though I clearly was at least in terms of not intending to sell her for parts, except he wasn't sure I could defend her from people who would just take her for that purpose.
He had mentioned to her that I needed to play a video game for a while, but hadn't explained that he told me to do about a phone book full of other things first.
Quite a few years ago I decided I needed a cat, but I ended up with a semi ferrel neutered tom who grew to the size of a small lion and turned out to be completely nocturnal. Still I wanted to try to make the relationship work so I went to walmart to try to find a remote enforcement device but decided that a super soaker was a bad idea so I came back with a nerf crossbow.
Roxy was too curious to let me do that unquestioned and she wanted to know also where I was at in meeting my conditions. She became pretty depressed when I said I wasn't playing video games and the cross bow was meant to let the cat know I could reach beyond my arms if I had to (the cat just chewed up the bolts and continued to ignore me). I don't think it helped too much either when I told her that tornadoes were going to blow the roofs off a lot of mother fuckers and collateral and that their hard drives and photo albums would not publicly but saliently inform too many people of the prevalence of so many activities some of us knew too much about already and how such things sheltered in such nice neighborhoods using such normal policies for cover because she said learning to aim like that takes a longer time than she wanted to wait.
*in other words get undepressed and stop eating so much*
