Several things have happened since I last blogged, but probably the biggest thing is that I have a new addition to my family. Yep, it’s true, I adopted a cat. A two-month tabby kitten to be exact.
And he is the best.
I was expecting a playful kitten who would also like cuddling. I wasn’t expecting the caring and protective feeling I got once I brought him home. When people say they are fur parents, they aren’t kidding. I understand it’s different than having a child, but I also feel like I’m a fur mom.
I had pets growing up, but this is my first time adopting an animal on my own. After months of stalking the humane society’s webpage, I finally decided to visit the shelter and see if I found the right fit. I was convinced I wanted a female kitten, but after holding 6 cats – all of which were female except one – I fell in love with a male kitten named Baloo. It really was love at first sight. I renamed him Hank and two hours later he was home with me.
He has now been with me almost two months and I couldn’t be happier. He is already growing and by the looks of his ears and paws, he is going to be a big cat. If anyone is thinking about adopting but doesn’t know if it’s a good idea, I can personally say that it was a great decision and I can’t imagine not having Hank.
We watch TV together (while he leans against my head).
We play a lot, which usually results in a nap on his part.
Basically, I could go on and on about how great adopting a pet is. He has a big personality for such a small animal. He likes hair ties, playing fetch with small toys and attempting to drink water out of sink. He dislikes when my neighbor plays Shania Twain loudly, tinsel and spiders (like fur mother, like kitten).
I’m sure I’ll post more about Hank later, but for right meow that is it.
Until next time,