Monday, November 07, 2011
As some of you may know, when Phoebe passed it left a gigantic gaping wound in my heart. She was a very special cat who I knew could never be replaced. Bear and I did talk about getting another cat. He was against it, saying that we had "too many." He did have a point in that we aren't sure if we're giving all of the current kitties enough attention even though we do try. I had basically accepted the fact that we would not get another cat.
This weekend we went to the local PetsMart to get our weekly supply of food and litter when we saw that one of our favorite rescue organizations was there with kittens. They were just packing up for the evening when I spotted two white kittens together and my heart just did a flip-flop. We had had two white Maine Coons in our lives, Moose and Boo, and I terribly missed having a white cat in the house. These two little ones were adorable, curled up together in the back of the cage. However, before I really had a chance to look at them, they were put in their crates and taken away for the night. Bear said that we could come back the next day to look at them.
We got off to a late start on Saturday but I knew that if the Fates meant us to have another kitten, one of the white ones would still be there. When we got to the pet store, the little white boy had already been adopted, leaving the little white girl. This worked out well as I had wanted a girl kitten anyways. After spending time with her in the adoption room, Bear agreed that we could adopt her.
Saturday afternoon turned into a bit of a nightmare. We were keeping the kitten isolated in the master bathroom but somehow the other cats knocked the door open, eating all the kitten food, and making a huge mess. The worst part? I couldn't find the kitten. I was frantically searching the entire house looking for this poor little girl. She's only eight weeks old so she is just a little baby and I couldn't even imagine how scared she was. Eventually, I found her wedged underneath the radiator in the bathroom behind the litter pan. How she got under there was beyond me but I was so elated to have found her.
Yesterday went a lot better. She had overcome her fear and was now being a typical kitten with all that little kitten energy. We've been playing with her in the bedroom and she is a little lovey. We'll start integrating her in the house once she gets check out with the vet. We know she is feline leukemia negative and has had worm and flea treatments but it's always a good idea to have her checked for other problems just in case.
And we think we've decided on a name: Pookie.
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