>my kitty

>ok, sean, your wait is finally over. here’s the blog i’ve been promising.

i don’t talk about her much, but i have a cat. back in 96, i believe, my mom and i were taking a walk and we were going by a house that had a little cat sitting very proper in the front yard. as we walked by i said, “hi, kitty.” that was apparently all it took for this little cat to decide that she needed to come home with me. she ran over and kept stopping in front of me to keep me from walking away. try as i might, i couldn’t get her to go back where she came from, and as we kept inching further and further along, i said to my mom, “i would hate for it to get run over now that we’re getting further away from where it came from.” surprisingly, my mother agreed and i picked the cat up and carried it home.

at that time four other cats living at my parents’ house. we kept this little one in the garage to keep them seperated. everytime i would go out to give her food, she would follow me as i walked away, so i would stand by the food bowl until she’d eaten a good amount, or i thought i could sneak away without her noticing.

since i got the green light to keep her, i tried to think of a good name for her. i can’t remember any of the names my dad suggested, but i didn’t like any of them. in the mean time, i started calling her little one just so i could call her something. well, eventually that just stuck and she just is littleone.

there’s not really too much left to tell in this little story of mine except for the fact that she was basically still a kitten when i brought her home with me. about two or three months after that, she suddenly started acting really strange. she would make these plaintive cries that were heartbreaking to hear. and she would back up towards everybody. i thought for sure there was something really wrong with her. heh. yes, she was going into heat for the first time. that was a lot of fun. we had to wait until she finished before we could have her fixed. it was funny to see her try to back up to the other cats, all of whom were fixed. our oldest cat, nelson, would have the funniest look. sort of like, “what the hell do you expect me to do about it?” good times.

my kitty

ok, sean, your wait is finally over. here’s the blog i’ve been promising.

i don’t talk about her much, but i have a cat. back in 96, i believe, my mom and i were taking a walk and we were going by a house that had a little cat sitting very proper in the front yard. as we walked by i said, “hi, kitty.” that was apparently all it took for this little cat to decide that she needed to come home with me. she ran over and kept stopping in front of me to keep me from walking away. try as i might, i couldn’t get her to go back where she came from, and as we kept inching further and further along, i said to my mom, “i would hate for it to get run over now that we’re getting further away from where it came from.” surprisingly, my mother agreed and i picked the cat up and carried it home.

at that time four other cats living at my parents’ house. we kept this little one in the garage to keep them seperated. everytime i would go out to give her food, she would follow me as i walked away, so i would stand by the food bowl until she’d eaten a good amount, or i thought i could sneak away without her noticing.

since i got the green light to keep her, i tried to think of a good name for her. i can’t remember any of the names my dad suggested, but i didn’t like any of them. in the mean time, i started calling her little one just so i could call her something. well, eventually that just stuck and she just is littleone.

there’s not really too much left to tell in this little story of mine except for the fact that she was basically still a kitten when i brought her home with me. about two or three months after that, she suddenly started acting really strange. she would make these plaintive cries that were heartbreaking to hear. and she would back up towards everybody. i thought for sure there was something really wrong with her. heh. yes, she was going into heat for the first time. that was a lot of fun. we had to wait until she finished before we could have her fixed. it was funny to see her try to back up to the other cats, all of whom were fixed. our oldest cat, nelson, would have the funniest look. sort of like, “what the hell do you expect me to do about it?” good times.