On Saturday we received a precious two month old kitten. How we got her has a bit of a short story. I got an idea in my head last year that every birthday that I had where my age ended in a zero or a five, I should get a new pet. G mumbled some kind of acknowledgement, but I could tell he wasn't really taking me too seriously. After all, we already had two cats and two dogs. But...then came Cleopatra in October, and any mention of me still saying I wanted my own pet with those special birthday numbers, were quickly brushed aside by him because we now had Cleo.
Well, I justified myself by explaining that Cleopatra was in a desperate situation, and we rescued her to be a family pet. (Never mind that she prefers me...but, of course...over everyone else!) If you've read a certain few of my posts, you know I have OCD, and when I get something in my head, especially regarding numbers, I can't let it go.
So, this year in January, I had that birthday that I had been warning G about. He ignored me, simple as that, but the Blessings, well, they latched on to it. They love the idea of having a complete kingdom of all kinds and numbers of creatures. So, I tried to catch ferals. I suggested we adopt a senior kitty from the shelter. I reminded and reminded G to no avail. Well, on Monday of last week, we ran into his niece at his sister's house, and what do you know? She rescued a kitten that she found on the side of the street! The kitten had a leg injury that seemed to have healed, and the niece bottle-fed it back to health. The only thing that appeared wrong with it still was a weeping eye. She guessed the kitten to now be two months old, and she had had it for a few weeks already. She didn't want to keep her because she already had seven cats; she also didn't name her because she wasn't going to keep her. She was actively looking for a home for her.
Cue everyone turning their heads to look at G. Poor helpless, outvoted G. One could almost feel sorry for him, the ultimate dog lover's shoulders giving way to a defeated sag, the burly face that frightens strangers on darkened streets softening under the weight of his love for his family, the heart that tries to stay hardened to the world opening up once again to a sweet little girl kitten. Needless to say, we got her on Saturday. And by then, he was all for it, and was reminding me to call her to let her know for sure we'd accept her. She'll be seeing the vet for a looksie in the next couple of days.
So, the only thing that technically makes her mine is that I got to name her, and when all the kids are fighting over her, I get to say, "She's mine. Give her here." That's pretty much it. Oh, and I feed all the inside kitties and clean up after them (Sparkly prefers the outside most of the time.). Yay. The Blessings are enjoying their first kitten, and she's adjusted amazingly fast to our home and all the critters in it. All three cats, Charlene, Sparkly and Cleopatra, are acclimating as cats do, on their own terms. The pups are great with cats: Abby is curious about her, but Mindy is slightly intimidated. We are now officially outnumbered six pets to five people. All the pets are also female, so G and JK are feeling the pinch! So, now I technically don't have to get another pet for five more years. Unless...