Saturday, October 9, 2010

Oh my kittens!

I would like to say first and foremost that I LOVE cats, I really do.  I am more of a dog person, but I love the fact that cats will crawl up in your lap and demand to be petted, that there is no need to take care of them constantly, and that they're always clean.  My kittens cuddle with me constantly, sleep on my back or stomach while I'm asleep, and follow me everywhere I go (well, one does anyway).  That being said, I'd like to tell a little story...

A little over a month ago, I begged Timmy to let me buy a kitten.  I knew exactly what kind I wanted, I knew where I wanted to buy it, and I knew how I was going to take care of her.  Problem: I live in military housing, which has VERY strict rules about the number of pets you own.  We are allowed two, and only two, which is capped out with our (beloved) puppies.  I did not let this stop me.  I wore away at my husband until he caved, and I went at buying a cat with gusto.  I found a Siamese at the local SPCA and adopted Kamikaze two minutes after I saw him.  He's adorable!!!  He's cross eyed and talks non-stop, plus loves to be cuddled with.  I bring him home, and what does Timmy do?  The same thing he did when I got Ninja.  He decided he wants his own, and goes back to get Kami's brother, Sake (like the alcohol).  We were so happy!  Then we got to know our cats...

Kamikaze is great.  He loves to talk to me, he comes to me when I call his name, and like I said, he's cross eyed.  Now, he's also not the brightest cat in the world.  He is not very good at landing on his feet, and he tends to get locked into various rooms because he follows me EVERYWHERE and I won't hear him.  He's been shut in the closet, bathroom, cupboards, you name it, he's been there.  I learned pretty quickly to scope the area out before I shut the door.  Kami loves to be held, and climbs all over me, tries to push his nose into my face, swats at my hand until I pet him.  I love him to death.  He's not bright...that's why we call him Ssabmud (spell it backwards...that's his name).

Sake...oh, Sake.  Well, he's cute?  Sake is beyond anti-social.  The only living things he'll go near are flies, and the dogs.  He runs as soon as you take a step near him, despises being picked up, and will scratch anyone that tries.  He's pretty vocal, too, but as soon as you respond, he runs the other direction.  He attacks all things mobile or stationary, and has even figured out how to get out the doggy door.  He doesn't run away, just pops into the back yard until the dogs harass him and drive him back inside.  He doesn't mind sitting on my lap as long as it's on his terms, when he wants to do it, and I can only pet him slowly.  I hate this cat.  Want to know what we call him?  Elohssa.

We've gotten used to both of them.  We laugh at them when they fight each other, and we protect them when the dogs start getting too rough.  The dogs adore them, and the cats will usually curl up with the puppies when they're calm.  BUT, we're ready for them to go.  I hate to admit it, but I think it's part of growing up...we made a mistake.  We thought we were ready for kittens, but it's hard to give them the amount of love they need when we have dogs.  We definitely don't mistreat them, but I know they would be more adored elsewhere, and I'd rather give them that opportunity while they're still adorable kittens.  We found a buyer that is willing to take both of them, which we were worried about (did I mention that I have scars from Elohssa?!).  So, I would like to make a fond farewell to our mistakes.  We love you, kittens.

I know we'll have kittens again one day.  Just no more Selohssa or Sessabmud.

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