So, we're cat people now. | 06/16/2009 |
 Three weeks and two days ago, the wife and I added another pet to our collection (so, it used to be a collection of one. So?)
My wife has blogged rather a lot about this, but this is my first.
We've acquired a kitten.
I found out through someone at work that a man who takes in neighborhood strays and gets them spade/neutered to return them to the neighborhood unexpectedly ended up with 3 litters of kittens (about 14). He was looking for homes, so I asked the wife "So, we want a kitten, right?". She and I agreed that we could take one of these on, so I told my coworker we'd like to speak with the guy.
The guy ended up being a very busy person, and it took forever to get a hold of him. Finally, forsaking any other plans for that weekend, we reached him the Sunday before Memorial day.
We went out, met the "owner", and then met the pile o' kittens. They were all extremely cute. Some were larger, some smaller, most were timid, and we had no way to know if any were male or female.
We made our decision pretty quickly. Rather, the choice became clear quickly. The owner said he'd leave us alone to play with the kittens and make a choice. The minute he left the rooms, the kittens lost interest and went to hide under stuff and sleep. All, that is, except for one that stuck around to play with us. I don't think a clearer sign could be made, do you?
We took the little kitty home, separated her from the resident cat, and voila, we were cat people (this is because the Kitten is for me, and the cat is the wife's. One for each, thus "cat people").
The next day (Memorial Day) we took the new arrival to the vet (yes, we found one open on a holiday). While we waited in anticipation, the kitten played on the metal examination table. There was a pad of paper and a pen sitting there and for some reason the kitten found the pen to be the bestest toy EVAR! She'd pounce on it, skip away then return and pounce again. As my wife would write questions for the doctor on the pad, kitten's eyes tracked that pen until it was released. POUNCE!
At one point, kitten
paused to stalk the pen again. I asked, "Are you going to attack the pen again?" and for some reason I answered myself in Evil Kitten Voice "NO, I'M GOING TO ATTACK THE PEN-TAGON, but this will do for now." POUNCE!
The wife then said, "Ok, so if it's a boy, we'll call it 'Pen', and if it's a girl, we'll call it 'Penny'". I liked this, and we ran with it, so when we found out the kitten was in fact female, we called her "Penny", short for ATTACK THE PEN...TAGON.
It's been 3 weeks and 2 days - And yesterday the doctor said that we had the go-ahead to let her commune with the other cat (no dangerous kitty diseases).
That's been...interesting, but at this point we can actually keep our kitten, and so as of yesterday, we officially have a new family member, even though we've been feeding and occupying a lot of time for the last three weeks in the hope that she had no issues.
So, that's the basics. Below is a picture. Ain't She CUTE?
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*MELTS* AWWWW.....! What a pretty baby girl! Congratulations, "Dad".