adopt a cat

So, the plan was to go to some of the local shelters and take a look at the adult cats. There was never really any question – there are too many cats that need homes, and kittens… well, they’re pretty easy to find homes for.

That was the plan.

That wasn’t what actually happened. What happened was: I was offered a chance to take a look at a litter that was ready to go. And… well, the temptation proved a little too great. There is now a tiny little ball of black fluff trying to murder the curtains. She doesn’t have a name yet; I’m still getting to know her. (I’m leaning toward either Lucy or Olive, but given her ability to find all the impossible-to-clean nooks and crannies in my apartment, she seems to be campaigning for ‘Dusty.’)

It’s strange. I said I was ready for a new cat, but… I wasn’t expecting it to happen so quickly. A few days ago, this was all theoretical – I was making plans, but I didn’t have any sort of timeline in mind. All of a sudden, I’ve got a new kitten. And exciting as it is, as much fun as it is, I’m feeling kind of melancholy, too. I miss Tasha. There’s still a part of me that can’t imagine having a cat that isn’t her.

But it’s good. I feel a little better about it every day. It won’t be long before I can’t imagine not having this little one around, either.

I miss having a cat around. It’s been a little more than a year since Tasha died; she was one of those amazing, once-in-a-lifetime pets, and I still miss her terribly. But… I’m past the worst of it. I’m at the point now where I can think about getting another cat without feeling sad, or worrying that I’ll just compare the new cat to Tash.

I’m ready.

I got an adorable white and gray stray from my boyfriend’s mom, and named her Athena after the goddess of wisdom and war (but mostly war, because this cat is a straight up tyrant!) I love her to death. She’s very playful and, when not gnawing on my ankles, very sweet.

I would really like to adopt a cat from the humane society as a way of giving back to the community, once I have my own place. I want a cat anyway since I’ve never had a pet before, but I like the idea that I can achieve this goal and do something good for the world at the same time, even if it’s only miniscule.

An all-black stray cat made her nest in the floor of our house here in Germany. After the kittens got too big, she basically stopped coming to feed them. They started mewing loudly after they were abandoned. Suddenly we noticed that we had furry houseguests. I caught a glimpse of two of them, black and white cow-colored kittens before they scurried out of sight. I began feeding them tuna and milk. After a few days, one of the kittens disappeared and only one was coming out for food. She adopted us.

Maybe she was weaned too early, or maybe she was the runt—she’s a very small little cat. And a little flighty. But she’s been settling in and she has big dreams of being a champion mouser someday.

and he is awesome.
he scare the rodents away, he sleeps on my bed, he is sitting on my lap purring as I type this.
He’s also a badass motherfucker who can totally beat your pansy-ass cat up.

for purely co-dependent reasons.

Anyone think that’s unhealthy for a cat? or for me, for that matter? I don’t.

No one knows just how old she was, but she was at least 11 when I took her in 3.75 years ago. She just stopped eating, lay on the floor for about two days, and died. I didn’t think I had formed a strong attachment to her, because she was too old and set in her ways to become a real house cat – but I really miss her, now!

(But I have no intention of getting another cat. Perhaps I’ll get a dog, if I end up in a more rural, spacious area one of these days.)

I have a guest in my house…He’s nice…

a candidate available at one of the Veterinarians on my route…someone found him in a ditch half dead and brought him in…small, maybe less than a year old…

This vet cares more for the animals than getting paid…He takes them in and helps them…

And this little cat likes me…So on Saturday I’m bringing him home for a trial period…

Having a little pussy in the house is pretty good in my book…