Tag: Kitty

Friday Photo Flashback

Thanksgiving is just around the corner.  My Facebook feed is full of friends posting their 30 Days of Thanks.  Everyday they post something they are thankful for.  Personally, I believe we can find something to be thankful for every day of the year.

I was transferring pictures from one hard drive to another this week and found a picture of Ella.  She’s probably nine months old here. 

That turkey hat was something I bought to wear when we hosted Thanksgiving.  I remember putting it on her and snapping this picture.  She has always been the perfect photo subject.  She always seemed to know how to pose.

It is so hard to believe that she was ever this small.  I love the rolled pants!  That Gobble shirt/onesie was one of 3 or 4 that all had some sort of Thanksgiving phrase on it.  Sam was always good about getting “holiday themed” outfits.

When I looked at this picture, I laughed because of the baby gate surrounding the Christmas tree.  With the new kitty, we’ll need something like that to keep her away from the tree … And out of it!

Sam has already said that there will be no ornaments on the tree this year.  There are too many important ornaments that might break.  Instead, I have been instructed to go out and buy “a crap ton” (her words) of LED lights for it. 

I’m sure my weekend will be filled with holiday decorating.  Especially since she usually is in full blown Christmas mode on November 1st!

A Purr-plexing Cat-astrophe?

So a co-worker came in last week and sat down next to me. “Keith, do you want another kitty?” Without any hesitation whatsoever I gave her a firm, “No!” She showed me a picture of four kittens who had been abandoned at a relative’s house and said they were trying to find them homes. I said that was sad, but I couldn’t do another cat.

She posted the photo on Facebook asking for folks who wanted to give these kitties a new home. Within five minutes, I received a video call from my wife and kids. When I answer the phone, Andrew says, “Daddy. Can we please get the tan kitty?”

I forgot that my wife is friends with my coworker on Facebook. I turned and gave her a dirty look. She started laughing and told my wife that she had already asked me. I told her that I had politely declined, but that was not ending the conversation.

When Andrew goes into a meltdown or starts crying, we can usually get him out of it by suggesting he find our cat Maizey. He will find her and hug on her and all is better. So the argument was that the new kitten could be a therapy cat for Andrew. (THERAPY CAT?!?) Then my daughter came on the phone and said she wanted a kitty, too. I told them I would think about it.

My coworker called the lady who was taking care of the kittens to let her know I would be by the next day to pick up this kitten! I didn’t stand a chance …

So we piled into the car on the day before International Cat Day and drove the short distance to pick up the new kitten. Andrew was ecstatic! He went into the house with me and couldn’t wait to hold the kitty. We put her in the cat carrier and he wanted to carry it out to the car. I had to take it from him though, he was so excited he was shaking that poor kitty up on the way to the car!

There were many names tossed around and she was almost named Pickle! Then the kids remembered this cartoon show called Super Kitties that the watch on Disney. There is a cat on there that they like, so they named ours after it – here’s Bitsy.

As much as I was against getting a new kitten, to see the kids loving her makes it worth it.

Maizey isn’t quite sure how to take the kitty yet, but they seem to get a long. Daisy won’t leave the kitten alone! She’s always right by her.

The kitten is becoming a bit more playful and she’s already started swatting at Daisy’s nose. When those claws start to get bigger, the dog is in for a big (and painful) surprise!

Bitsy is already using a litter box and having no trouble making herself at home.

Last night she clawed her way up the blanket on my bed and began attacking my hand. She is obviously going to be very playful.

Of course, after running and playing, eating, and running away from the kids and the dog, she needs to find a place to sleep. Honestly, I’d prefer she lay on a blanket or something, but I suppose this is ok … for now….

Welcome home, Bitsy!