Kitties, today is my Gotcha Day. This day will start the fifth year that I have been home with my mommy. I didn't dream I would have a home of my own with loving brothers who visit and a momma. I was in a little cage in back of a Vet Hospital with four other kitties who were in varying stages of getting used to humans. I had a huge leap up in that department. How does mom know? Because while she was there to get Admiral's precious paw print, they brought me out to see her while she waited for the paw print. I was all over her. Under her shirt, kneading her arms, her face, her chest, squirming to get closer..loving the warmth she represented and my purr was as loud as a motorcycle engine she swears.
Though Admiral had only been gone five weeks, she fell helplessly in love with me. She took the weekend to think about it and came back to get me on a Monday morning. That next day I wrote my first blog.
Mommy had been visiting all Admiral's friends out of loneliness for Admiral and because it was a thread going back to Admiral. She didn't want to let that go. It comforted her. They have now become my friends as well. She kept saying how kissable all the furriends are and how she wished she could hold them. The other pawrents told her not to feel badly if she wanted another kitty but mom was firm about not doing that. She did not want to go though the horrible burning pain of losing another cherished family member all over again. Then she met me. It was all over but the shouting for her.
I came home..cased the place from one spot on the sofa all day. I only rose to eat and I never used the box though I went to it. Mom gave up waiting on me to go to the box and went to bed. Next thing she knew, I was stretched out full length about a yard long it felt like!! along side my new mommy in the middle of the night. Glued as tightly to her as I could get. It's been that way ever since.
Thank you Mommy.