Well, this past Tuesday I went to the veterinarian's office to get some flea medicine for my girls, and came home with a cat carrier with a kitten in it. Now how'd that happen?
Lakshmi celebrates her 11th birthday on October 1st; Willow was born at approximately 6:45 PM, Friday, April 7, 2000 (I was there, acting as midwife); and her mama Tink was born sometime in late summer or early fall 1999. We've been quite happy together, the four of us. For some reason, though, a couple of times in the past few weeks I found myself thinking, "what if we had a new baby kitten?" But I didn't actively go out and look for one. It was just a passing thought.
So as I was paying for the flea medicine on Tuesday, the vet's receptionist asked, "You wouldn't know anyone who wants a new kitten, would you?"
Oh, isn't that the way it always happens? During the past eight years, whenever someone would say something like that, I'd automatically say, "No." But this time, I didn't. I figured that was a clue. (Of course, I'm also having my astrological Mars return, so maybe it's time for me to have some male energy in my home.)
He is around four months old, with medium-length fur that's colored a light apricot-spice-cream, a lovely fluffy tail, and golden-green eyes. He has the sweetest disposition, loves to be held, and lets me handle him as if we've been together forever. He seems to have no fear.
The girls have been doing well with him, too. There's been some sulking and spitting, and they're letting him know the boundaries, but Tink already seems comfortable with him, and the others are coming along. I've told them that it's their house and he has to find his way to fit in ... and it's their job to teach him how things operate here.
Oh ... since he was a stray, he didn't come with a name, but he told me he is "Malcolm". Nicknamed "Bubba". ;)
I'll have some pics of him up soon. My first Northwest cat. (The others are all Bay St. Louis babies.)
What wonderful news! I'm looking forward to seeing pictures of the newest member of your family. It sounds like he is absolutely darling.
Posted by: Lewis | Sunday, September 21, 2008 at 10:31 AM
He is precious, and quite a character. He'll be even more precious after he gets his little operation this week. He's starting to make the vocalizations that let me know the hormones are in town.
Posted by: Kitty | Sunday, September 21, 2008 at 04:33 PM