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As a lot of you know, I love cats. Up until two years ago, I had six of them. But they don't live forever, and I lost one in November 2010, another in April of last year, and another this past June. As much as I love my cats, six was just a bit much, and I don't plan on ever getting up to that many again. Three seemed like a decent number, and I wasn't planning on getting a fourth one, but I wasn't ruling it out either.
Then, a few weeks ago, a friend of mine from karaoke told me she was leaving her husband (from what she told me about him I don't know why she didn't do it years sooner), and moving into an apartment. A couple days later, she texts me a picture of her kitten, along with a note saying that if she gets this apartment, she's not allowed to have any pets, and could I take him? I wasn't sure I wanted another cat, but I told her to see if she gets this apartment and let me know.
The next time I saw her out at karaoke, she told me she got the apartment. I really didn't want to bring in a new cat right now, because we're going on vacation soon. She said if she had to, she could leave the kitten with her husband until we got back, but she also told me he wasn't nice to the kitty, and I just couldn't let that happen. So I told her I'd talk to my wife and see if we could take him. Of course, I could have just surprised her. She would have been pissed at me for maybe five seconds. The argument would have gone something along the lines of, "I can't believe you brought in another ca.... aww, he's so cute!" The wife wasn't sure at first either, but I talked her into it. As much of a hardass as she tried to be, she was actually disappointed when my friend had to reschedule until the next day because her head was hurting.
She and her daughter -- I'm guessing her to be about 8 -- brought the kitty over. The first thing I always do when I bring in a new cat is show them the litterbox, so I had them bring him downstairs. He was a little nervous, and not crazy about the other cats at first. In fact, my friendliest cat walked up to him just to check him out, and got hissed at for his troubles. Funny, I'm used to seeing the new cat get hissed at, not the other way around. We talked for a little, and eventually they left, taking their empty pet carrier with them. I felt so bad for them at that moment, actually feeling guilty for taking their kitty. I had to remind myself that even if I didn't take him, they still wouldn't be able to keep him, and at least this way he was going to a good home.
I was a little worried about him at first. He didn't seem happy at all. He let me pet him, but he didn't seem to enjoy it. I tried to put him on my lap, and he walked away. I showed him the food dish, but he didn't want to eat, and eventually went into hiding. My house isn't huge, but there's a lot of places for a kitten to hide.
When I got up for work the next morning, I found him sitting on the windowsill, and decided to try petting him again. He was in a much better mood this time. He started purring for me, and even gave me kitty kisses. He still didn't seem to be eating at first, but the next day I saw him nibbling at the cat food and drinking the water. Of course, he prefers our food, and will try to steal it from us if we're not looking. I gave him a small piece of chicken, and he got up on two legs and snatched it right out of my hand. My friend was glad when I told her he was coming around, and even told me that normally he's very affectionate like I described. She once referred to him as her "kitty boob attachment", because he liked to curl up and go to sleep on her chest. She tells me her daughter really misses him, and I know she does too. I told her they're both welcome to come by and visit him since she knows where I live.
The little guy had his first vet appointment yesterday. He cried a lot on the way, and howled when he got his shots, but he's doing fine now, and back to stealing our food.
Here's a picture of the little guy. She named him "Thor."
Then, a few weeks ago, a friend of mine from karaoke told me she was leaving her husband (from what she told me about him I don't know why she didn't do it years sooner), and moving into an apartment. A couple days later, she texts me a picture of her kitten, along with a note saying that if she gets this apartment, she's not allowed to have any pets, and could I take him? I wasn't sure I wanted another cat, but I told her to see if she gets this apartment and let me know.
The next time I saw her out at karaoke, she told me she got the apartment. I really didn't want to bring in a new cat right now, because we're going on vacation soon. She said if she had to, she could leave the kitten with her husband until we got back, but she also told me he wasn't nice to the kitty, and I just couldn't let that happen. So I told her I'd talk to my wife and see if we could take him. Of course, I could have just surprised her. She would have been pissed at me for maybe five seconds. The argument would have gone something along the lines of, "I can't believe you brought in another ca.... aww, he's so cute!" The wife wasn't sure at first either, but I talked her into it. As much of a hardass as she tried to be, she was actually disappointed when my friend had to reschedule until the next day because her head was hurting.
She and her daughter -- I'm guessing her to be about 8 -- brought the kitty over. The first thing I always do when I bring in a new cat is show them the litterbox, so I had them bring him downstairs. He was a little nervous, and not crazy about the other cats at first. In fact, my friendliest cat walked up to him just to check him out, and got hissed at for his troubles. Funny, I'm used to seeing the new cat get hissed at, not the other way around. We talked for a little, and eventually they left, taking their empty pet carrier with them. I felt so bad for them at that moment, actually feeling guilty for taking their kitty. I had to remind myself that even if I didn't take him, they still wouldn't be able to keep him, and at least this way he was going to a good home.
I was a little worried about him at first. He didn't seem happy at all. He let me pet him, but he didn't seem to enjoy it. I tried to put him on my lap, and he walked away. I showed him the food dish, but he didn't want to eat, and eventually went into hiding. My house isn't huge, but there's a lot of places for a kitten to hide.
When I got up for work the next morning, I found him sitting on the windowsill, and decided to try petting him again. He was in a much better mood this time. He started purring for me, and even gave me kitty kisses. He still didn't seem to be eating at first, but the next day I saw him nibbling at the cat food and drinking the water. Of course, he prefers our food, and will try to steal it from us if we're not looking. I gave him a small piece of chicken, and he got up on two legs and snatched it right out of my hand. My friend was glad when I told her he was coming around, and even told me that normally he's very affectionate like I described. She once referred to him as her "kitty boob attachment", because he liked to curl up and go to sleep on her chest. She tells me her daughter really misses him, and I know she does too. I told her they're both welcome to come by and visit him since she knows where I live.
The little guy had his first vet appointment yesterday. He cried a lot on the way, and howled when he got his shots, but he's doing fine now, and back to stealing our food.
Here's a picture of the little guy. She named him "Thor."
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He is sooo CUTE!
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