I have never had a KITTEN before. Really. I've always adopted older cats.
I was watching Kairi do his kitten pouncing on stuff and falling over routine, then his arching up and sideways dance at the bad kitten in the mirror, then watching him try to follow me up the stairs, and it occurred to me...
"I've never seen this stuff in my house before".
It never occurred to me, in my life, to seek out a cat-they always came into my life through various avenues. Jethro (first cat) was a one year old that my father found at the farmers market he had a booth at. She had been sleeping in the hats and he brought her home. She was a very small, maybe 7 pounds, black cat. She lived 12 years.
My next cat, "Puss" (name originally Cagney) was a cat I adopted from my school. He was a lab cat, that we practiced various procedures on, and even when restrained during an EKG, he purred like he was just grateful for the attention. When we were done with the cats, I brought him home. He was a HUGE tan tabby, already 6 years old, and lived for another 5. He was my heart cat. He knew when I had a problem and had true empathy.
Then I took some time off of cats to raise my kids, then we got Pumpkin. There is a lady that rescues cats around the corner, my son and I saw her with Pumpkin in a pet shop, the kitty immediately took to my little guy who was 1 and change at the time, so she came home with me. She was about 9 pounds and black with a white smile on her belly, and a white patch on her chest. I still miss her.
Now we have this little puff ball, and I see the charm of the kitten. No different love because of his size and age, but just really funny how I realized that.
Thanks for reading about my epiphany.
I was watching Kairi do his kitten pouncing on stuff and falling over routine, then his arching up and sideways dance at the bad kitten in the mirror, then watching him try to follow me up the stairs, and it occurred to me...
"I've never seen this stuff in my house before".
It never occurred to me, in my life, to seek out a cat-they always came into my life through various avenues. Jethro (first cat) was a one year old that my father found at the farmers market he had a booth at. She had been sleeping in the hats and he brought her home. She was a very small, maybe 7 pounds, black cat. She lived 12 years.
My next cat, "Puss" (name originally Cagney) was a cat I adopted from my school. He was a lab cat, that we practiced various procedures on, and even when restrained during an EKG, he purred like he was just grateful for the attention. When we were done with the cats, I brought him home. He was a HUGE tan tabby, already 6 years old, and lived for another 5. He was my heart cat. He knew when I had a problem and had true empathy.
Then I took some time off of cats to raise my kids, then we got Pumpkin. There is a lady that rescues cats around the corner, my son and I saw her with Pumpkin in a pet shop, the kitty immediately took to my little guy who was 1 and change at the time, so she came home with me. She was about 9 pounds and black with a white smile on her belly, and a white patch on her chest. I still miss her.
Now we have this little puff ball, and I see the charm of the kitten. No different love because of his size and age, but just really funny how I realized that.
Thanks for reading about my epiphany.
