So my birthday was a few weeks ago and we didn’t really do anything to celebrate. I could tell Zach felt a little bad about not doing something for my 30th (yes my 30th and yes he felt bad because I was making him feel bad). We talked about getting me a blackberry since I live so much of my life online, but the cost seemed a little silly. Then I found a new pair of boots I wanted for fall (we have yet to discuss my shoe problem in this blog) so I was leaning towards that… still it felt a little anticlimactic.
Ever since we lost Chester our condo felt a little emptier. We often talk about him and the favorite memories of his short time here. I always knew we would eventually get another cat, but thought it would be a long ways down the road after we had grieved a little longer.
Until I saw this face…
A few emails later my wonderful husband agreed that we could definitely use a new little fur buddy in our home. Off to the Animal Humane Society we went to visit kitten #334916. We were given the opportunity to spend some time with him in a visitation room alone to see if we thought he would be a good match with us. He was understandably a little skittish of us and took a few minutes to let us pet him. The next thing I knew he climbed up on the bench we were sitting on and just flopped down between us. The Chester flop confirmed that George would be coming home with us.
We’re still getting used to the crazy kitten behavior. He runs like crazy for no reason. Loves belly rubs. Has an odd fascination with our feet. And most of all… loves Zach more than me. I feel like I should be happy that my husband who “hated” cats now thinks that it is great when George curls up next to him for a nap. I’m jealous. Hopefully when he grows up and I tell him that his dad let the vet put this on him he’ll start to love me more.
