I've been searching for that kitty with whom it just...clicks.
Without going into too much detail here, cause you can find most of the story in this thread, today I found my boy.
The kitten I was supposed to get, didn't end up happening. I even had a name for him. But well, that just means the search continues. I looked at the humane society here, but no one struck me.
I dropped by a pet store, as they said they had a siamese mix and this was what I was generally looking for. It's a place to start anyway. So I go in, not hoping for too much. This is one of those mom and pop places that still sell puppies and kittens; in fact I think it's the only place left in Boulder that does that. I always pity those poor little animals. They never look very healthy. So I wasn't hoping for much.
The first little man I saw, stole my heart. He sat in the back, twice the size of any other kitten there. He had the saddest, amber little eyes. He came to the cage bars the moment he saw me, headbutting my hand, purring. I took him out and he snuggled my neck, purring still. I put him down, he sat on my little backpack purse and looked up at me.
I asked the clerk, how old he was. I figured 4, maybe 5 months.
He's 11 weeks old.
He's nearly the size of Pansy, the 5 year old abyssinian.
His paws are so huge, he trips over them. His legs look like stalks for a much bigger cat.
And he has half a tail. I'm told this is a "birth defect" that all his relatives have. 2 other kittens were in there from the same father. He dwarfed them. Besides color, they barely looked alike besides the missing tail.
So I fell in love with this orange boy. Well. I thought he was orange. In the pet store, he was. He stank too, poor boy. I got him home, gave him a bath. This little boy, who cried the whole way home, gets into a brand new home with a purebred priss who's hissing at him, and he stands there patiently and let's me bathe him without fuss at all. He's awesome. When he dried off and I brushed him gently, he turned out to be far more blondish than orange. Such a handsome boy. And I usually don't really like orangish kitties.
Now I'm struggling to find a name. Because "Blu" isn't gonna fly with this boy. I'm actually wondering if he doesn't have maine coon in him, from the shape of his face and his sheer size. His temperament is so loving, so calm...I've pet this boy from behind and he doesn't flinch one muscle. There is nothing nervous about this boy at all. And I just am so in love with him the more time I spend with him.
(I went on instinct buying him. I usually spend a lot more time with a kitten to get to know it, as this is a huge committment, but not this one. I spent maybe 10 minutes with him, and even then I was a little apprehensive about him, because I wanted a white cat, or a siamese mix. But i followed instinct. because it always knows best. and it was dead on right)
Here are the first pics of my lil boy, all washed up and perty.
Mama Pansy, in the first 5 minutes....
My lil boy hugging my foot. I'm still in awe over how big he is
I'm thinking Buddha for a name. But still not sure. Anyone have any suggestions for the new man in my life?
Thank you all for your support and wisdom while I sought out the right kitty to heal my heart. And they have. Pansy and my boy have made this birthday all squishy and warm and fuzzy. It's so nice to fall in love like this.
Without going into too much detail here, cause you can find most of the story in this thread, today I found my boy.
The kitten I was supposed to get, didn't end up happening. I even had a name for him. But well, that just means the search continues. I looked at the humane society here, but no one struck me.
I dropped by a pet store, as they said they had a siamese mix and this was what I was generally looking for. It's a place to start anyway. So I go in, not hoping for too much. This is one of those mom and pop places that still sell puppies and kittens; in fact I think it's the only place left in Boulder that does that. I always pity those poor little animals. They never look very healthy. So I wasn't hoping for much.
The first little man I saw, stole my heart. He sat in the back, twice the size of any other kitten there. He had the saddest, amber little eyes. He came to the cage bars the moment he saw me, headbutting my hand, purring. I took him out and he snuggled my neck, purring still. I put him down, he sat on my little backpack purse and looked up at me.
I asked the clerk, how old he was. I figured 4, maybe 5 months.
He's 11 weeks old.
He's nearly the size of Pansy, the 5 year old abyssinian.
His paws are so huge, he trips over them. His legs look like stalks for a much bigger cat.
And he has half a tail. I'm told this is a "birth defect" that all his relatives have. 2 other kittens were in there from the same father. He dwarfed them. Besides color, they barely looked alike besides the missing tail.
So I fell in love with this orange boy. Well. I thought he was orange. In the pet store, he was. He stank too, poor boy. I got him home, gave him a bath. This little boy, who cried the whole way home, gets into a brand new home with a purebred priss who's hissing at him, and he stands there patiently and let's me bathe him without fuss at all. He's awesome. When he dried off and I brushed him gently, he turned out to be far more blondish than orange. Such a handsome boy. And I usually don't really like orangish kitties.
Now I'm struggling to find a name. Because "Blu" isn't gonna fly with this boy. I'm actually wondering if he doesn't have maine coon in him, from the shape of his face and his sheer size. His temperament is so loving, so calm...I've pet this boy from behind and he doesn't flinch one muscle. There is nothing nervous about this boy at all. And I just am so in love with him the more time I spend with him.
(I went on instinct buying him. I usually spend a lot more time with a kitten to get to know it, as this is a huge committment, but not this one. I spent maybe 10 minutes with him, and even then I was a little apprehensive about him, because I wanted a white cat, or a siamese mix. But i followed instinct. because it always knows best. and it was dead on right)
Here are the first pics of my lil boy, all washed up and perty.
Mama Pansy, in the first 5 minutes....
My lil boy hugging my foot. I'm still in awe over how big he is
I'm thinking Buddha for a name. But still not sure. Anyone have any suggestions for the new man in my life?
Thank you all for your support and wisdom while I sought out the right kitty to heal my heart. And they have. Pansy and my boy have made this birthday all squishy and warm and fuzzy. It's so nice to fall in love like this.
