I am a Cat person and a dog person, even a turtle person. I am not a bird person but I do get pigeons on my balcony as I put out grains for the. I love them to pieces. My family has always had cats in the house. but that’s because we have a general store and cats keep the rodents away. Nonetheless, I they are awesome!
Now, I live a good 100km away from home on account of my job. My kitty back home (Choti) gave birth to 3 fluffiest kittens and I am the proud grandma at age of 24! Did I tell you I love them? Now 3 kittens with the cat is more than what my Ma bargained for. She decided to give them up, the kittens went up for adoption and I broke down.
Suddenly it dawned on me; I can have one for myself! A dog is not a justified pet for someone on a 9-5 clock. But a kitty is! I told my parents I wanna have one for myself and they agreed. Yes, my pet is coming home day-after-tomorrow and I couldn’t be happier.
Now my choti gave birth to two brown and one black kitten. In my town, some uneducated lot considers the black cat as bad luck. When he was born, I made a promise that he won’t go anywhere. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt him. So it just makes sense that I adopt the black beauty!
I have been dreaming of cuddling up to my sweet bundle of joy, of getting him yarn and playing with him. I have even put a litter box out. What I look forward to the most is coming back home to the sweetest mewing of welcomes. He is just over a month old, and is going to be the center of my universe for the time to come.
In this demanding, stressful world we live in, a pet is the release button. Like the pressure cooker has that whistle, I just got mine. I have been praying for a puppy for a decade now but I know the joy of getting my very own kitty is just as fantastic! I am going to talk his ears off, dance with him and more than that I am looking forward to his arrival in my home.
Yes, my beanbag is going to get some cuts, the couch is going to suffer and the milk vessel will go into exile. My shoes might get gnawed at as will the curtains. But I have braced myself for it all. I won’t be surprised if I find myself rushing back home during lunch hours, just to take a look at him. Well, let’s hear it for my fluffy-muffin!
BTW: I am goanna call him pixie!