Kitty Kitty

Yeah, so okay...I'm still wanting the cat Mark gave me permission (honestly, I did try to type that with a straight face...) to get as one of my Christmas gifts. I keep checking all the local vets, PetSmarts, Petcos and even on-line at humane society web sites. I want a kitten because I have dreams of raising it into an extremely affectionate lap cat. My two cats are very sweet natured but not 'lap' cats. I want a cat that will cuddle with me.

Well, apparently there are kitten seasons, which are not for another month or so yet. It's soooo hard for me because I have absolutely no patience. Trust me, I've cut my own hair for years because once I get a notion to cut it, I can't wait long enough to get an appointment.

Last Sunday after church, Mark and the boys went to play frisbee golf and some hackey sack. I went off to take some pictures, but ended up afterward at the closest PetSmart. There were two older kittens, brothers. I fell in love with one but couldn't stand the thought of separating them. The volunteers kept telling me that someone would end up separating them...and I know that's true, but I just couldn't do it. He looked like a small Bengal tiger, so adorable. His brother looked just like Trouble, my youngest cat. But they cuddled and rolled around with each other. I just couldn't be the one to make one sleep alone.

When I came home there was a young black cat in my yard. Yup. He, apparently, is a wild one. He won't come to any of my neighbors or me, but everyone has seen him around recently. So, I put a bowl of food, water and a box with a nice sheet inside of it (hey...it gets chilly out at night) on my front porch. The first day it was out there we spotted him eating the food. I don't think he's used the box, but I've filled the food bowl up several times in the last couple of days.

Now, don't get me wrong. This isn't going to be my next pet. I want an indoor cat/kitten. Although Trouble does think he's a dog and goes out and comes in with my dogs without ever trying to get out of the yard by way of fence or tree, he's still an indoor cat. But, being able to take care of this new little black cat is satisfying my need right now. Hopefully long enough for kitten season to roll around.

When Mark saw the food bowl on the porch, he just kept walking and asked "what're we feeding now?". I really did marry the right guy.