Well, I finally broke down and adopted a new kitten. Meet Daisy, everybody.
Yeah, it’s a skosh blurry. She doesn’t stand still for long.
It’s been over seven months since Willow died. And while most of my friends and family suggested I get a new kitten right away, I decided to wait.
It wasn’t an easy decision trust me. Losing Willow left me with a pet-free home for the first time since the summer of 1986. But I’m glad I waited. I’m of the belief that when the time is right, the right cat comes along.
And at the end of June, I knew the time was right.
So I called my vet and asked if they could call me should anyone tell them about kittens to be adopted. And last week, my vet texted me with the good news.
Today I drove all the way to hell and back out in the country not far from Cazenovia Lake to check out the kittens being fostered at this lady’s home.
And there she was. I stood in a humid garage with about a dozen kittens running around, and she came right up to me and started purring. I picked her up and instantly knew, she was the one.
I named her Daisy after Mrs. Patmore’s assistant cook from “Downton Abbey.”
Believe it or not it’s taking me a while to type this because Daisy keeps trying to help me. I don’t know how she managed it, but she created a “Ÿ” symbol on the keyboard. She’s a smart little thing.
I loaded her into my old cat carrier and buckled her into the front seat.
Then we made the long, looooong trek back through the rolling hills near Cazenovia and into the city, with one brief stop along the way. Since I had to drive through my hometown, I zipped out to my parents’ house to introduce Daisy to her “grandma.”
We’ve been home less than an hour, and Daisy seems to be acclimating quite nicely. Mostly she’s climbing on my lap and purring like a motorboat. On occasion she wanders away to explore, and apparently gets lost and has to scream bloody murder until I call her back to my office yelling “Follow my voice, ya goofball!”
Okay, now she’s on my shoulders staring down at my fingers typing away on the keyboard. Whoops! Not anymore.
I’m very happy to be sharing my home with a little furry friend again!
Can you tell?
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