So, yeah. KitKat is now a part of our pack. As I knew it would be.
Why? Because Duty told me about kitty a while back when his friend was looking to re-home him.And I was all kinda MEH on the idea – said Duty could decide (that is so NOT like me, amirite?). D decided to pass and see if someone else would like kitty as their own.
Then, friend needed a cat sitter for the 2 weeks he was gone and we got the job. At first, I couldn’t see how this would work. Too much spazziness keeping pets separate. In time, though, it smoothed out and (newly re-named) Zippy and Brogan dog are now playmates. Zippy is a mouser and has chased one around my room (that was fun!) and in a moment of ADD, put said mouse down and off it went. (Again, there’s just too much fun going on in my bedroom.)
And now we are five.
I’m reminded of Melly’s line from Gone with the Wind, “The happiest days are when babies come.”
As I told you on FB, he was yours the day you took him to the vet. It’s not the $$ as much as the emotional investment. Talking to him through the carrier in the car, making sure he’s comfortable in the waiting room, nervously awaiting the a-ok from the vet, getting him home … you can’t NOT love him after all that intensity!
I like that look on his face. “I’m a cat. This is my bed now because I’m a cat and everything I want is mine. But I won’t be staying here long because I got cat shit to do. I mean, somebody’s gotta race around and patrol!”