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So yesterday, I got a kitten.
I've been wanting a second cat, thinking about it for months now, and yesterday when my Mom and I went with my grandmother to the ASPCA to get her a dog, I wandered over to the cat section and the first cage I saw, that was it, I was in love. I looked at all of them, because impulse buys are an even *worse* idea when it's a pet you'll be taking care of for years, but no, I kept coming back to him. He licked at my fingers when I poked them through the cage and caught them between his paws so he could nibble some more and was practically bouncing on his hind legs looking to play.
Love at first sight.
So I took him home with me. He's a gorgeous little tabby, *very* distinct markings- none of the color blurring you see sometimes, he looks like someone was playing with finger paints. And around both his eyes he has this very thin line of cream-colored fur, it looks like eyeliner, and he's got black lines radiating from the corners of his eyes. So. Damn. Cute.
He's also four months, so I skipped the malleable cuteness phase of kittenhood, and jumped straight into crazy maniac kitten. He ran around like an idiot for a couple hours last night, wore himself out, and then regained his energy at four this morning- which is when he started trying to play with my feet under the blanket every time I moved. I finally had to exile him to the living room so I could get some sleep.
My other cat, Pogo, is not happy about this intrusion. She's slowly adjusting- he was lying with the two of us on the couch for almost twenty minutes before she started growling tonight- but it's probably going to take a while before she really accepts the idea of another cat in her territory. And his complete and absolute lack of fear really isn't helping, since she can be growling at him and he'll just keep wandering closer to her. Also? He fell into the toilet earlier today. I'm pretty sure I've laughed harder, but I can't think of anything recent.
His name's Nubi- I'm thinking short for Nubian, for the eye markings, though I don't know for sure since the shelter named him. He's also lying halfway on top of my arm right now, making it... interesting trying to type. Luckily I'm pretty used to it, and he's a lot smaller than Pogo.
In conclusion:
Kitten!
I've been wanting a second cat, thinking about it for months now, and yesterday when my Mom and I went with my grandmother to the ASPCA to get her a dog, I wandered over to the cat section and the first cage I saw, that was it, I was in love. I looked at all of them, because impulse buys are an even *worse* idea when it's a pet you'll be taking care of for years, but no, I kept coming back to him. He licked at my fingers when I poked them through the cage and caught them between his paws so he could nibble some more and was practically bouncing on his hind legs looking to play.
Love at first sight.
So I took him home with me. He's a gorgeous little tabby, *very* distinct markings- none of the color blurring you see sometimes, he looks like someone was playing with finger paints. And around both his eyes he has this very thin line of cream-colored fur, it looks like eyeliner, and he's got black lines radiating from the corners of his eyes. So. Damn. Cute.
He's also four months, so I skipped the malleable cuteness phase of kittenhood, and jumped straight into crazy maniac kitten. He ran around like an idiot for a couple hours last night, wore himself out, and then regained his energy at four this morning- which is when he started trying to play with my feet under the blanket every time I moved. I finally had to exile him to the living room so I could get some sleep.
My other cat, Pogo, is not happy about this intrusion. She's slowly adjusting- he was lying with the two of us on the couch for almost twenty minutes before she started growling tonight- but it's probably going to take a while before she really accepts the idea of another cat in her territory. And his complete and absolute lack of fear really isn't helping, since she can be growling at him and he'll just keep wandering closer to her. Also? He fell into the toilet earlier today. I'm pretty sure I've laughed harder, but I can't think of anything recent.
His name's Nubi- I'm thinking short for Nubian, for the eye markings, though I don't know for sure since the shelter named him. He's also lying halfway on top of my arm right now, making it... interesting trying to type. Luckily I'm pretty used to it, and he's a lot smaller than Pogo.
In conclusion:
Kitten!