Earlier this month a new fur baby joined my menagerie of pets. My kids and I have a terrible weakness for anything small, soft, and cuddly. We are addicted!! Even though I knew without a shadow of a doubt that my husband would blow a blood vessel if I brought home anothercat, I defiantly went off and picked up a kitten. Someone should truly start a furry babies anonymous group with a fool proof 12 step program for people like me!!
To be fair, when I had first laid eyes on this precious ball of fur, I barely gave her a second notice because the lady who was giving free kittens away proclaimed her granddaughter had already spoken for her. Since the rest of the brood were males, I stuck up my nose at the lot and much to my kids disappointment left the house that day without a new kitten in tow. I have two female cats already and bringing a male into the house, no matter how small would eventually result in a population explosion of kittens in every nook and cranny. That was something I wanted to avoid at all costs!! The lady took my name and number just in case her granddaughter had a change of heart and picked another. I didn’t think that likely, so I chose to forget about the kitten.
I was proud of my ability to walk away!! I felt much the same way a recovering alcoholic feels when they turn away a glass of their favorite poison. My husband, as always, was on the road working. I called him up when I got home proclaiming my success at walking away!! Just saying NO! Instead of being happy, he went ape $hit railing at me!! How I could even consider looking at another cat as much as he hates them?
As fate would have it, the lady called the next day saying her granddaughter had chosen one of the males, and if I would still like the black kitten she was available. Right before her phone call my husband had telephoned informing me I needed to call about a jeep he had seen for sale in the neighborhood. Now it was my turn to lose it!! We needed another vehicle about as much as I needed a hole in my head. I hung up on him and went and brought home that little kitten then and there! I would show him!! After all, I was free, white, and way over 21 and there was going to be no one who was going to tell me what to do!! Especially some young whipper snapper like him!! (He is 6 years younger than me for information purposes.)
Even though he went ballistic at the time at my audacity, by the time he came home he marched right in and picked up the new kitten and made fast friends with her. Wonders never cease!!
She loves to play bite, climb curtains, chase our feet when we walk, and lets loose with a meow the size of an elephant when she wants attention. Anything on the floor is fair game for adventure and becomes a quick toy. She is the first cat I have ever seen that loves to burrow deep under the covers in search of warmth. The new addition has already become a lovable addition to our family’s menagerie of pets and I am so glad I brought her home! Until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
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