what is it about kittens which makes me melt? i went with meghan to pick up her new kitten last night. his name is molson (yes, like the beer), he is fourteen weeks old, white with orange “firepoint” markings, blue eyes, and he purrs like a finely tuned hawg. i was holding him in my arms and he was nuzzling his nose into my curls while purring unbelievably loudly for such a little thing. all i wanted to do was bring him home with me.
i’ve had a lot of pets in my life, but mostly they’ve been cats. i love cats. all cats. itsy cats, jungle cats, alley cats, show cats. if it’s feline, i will “ooh” and “ahh” and wistfully say “i want one”. one of the things i really miss in my life is having a cat to come home to every day. when i moved to the city, i left my cat with my mom. now, when i go over, he hides from me (he was always overly timid) and unless i drag him out from under the bed, i can go an entire weekend without seeing him. he’s become my mother’s cat.
another reason to move: finding an apartment which allows pets.
I’ve always hated cats up until last year. We got a cat at work and I just fell in love with it. I even miss it on the weekends. Now I look at all cats differently. They’re not so bad after all.
HAH!! WARM FUZZY KITTY BELLIES!!!! Sorry.
oh, you’d absolutely die if you saw this little’un. he’s SO affectionate. i wish he was mine! meg’s going to start to think i only visit to see the cat, not her.
Price one pays for having a new kitten/puppy/baby…
mmm. i wonder if i could get special leave to bring a new kitten home…