We welcomed a new addition to our family about two weeks ago. No, the baby is not here yet, however I feel like I look like I could deliver at any time and I still have a long way to go.
We adopted an 8 week old kitten who is just adorable.
I’ve never owned a cat and have never really wanted a cat but about 3 weeks ago we ended up with a feral cat and her four kittens in our garage. She didn’t pick our garage on her own, but rather picked our next door neighbor, Darin’s, garage as shelter. He scared her out of his garage not realizing she had kittens with her. When she grabbed one kitten and ran to safety in our garage, my friendly and helpful neighbor relocated the other three kittens to my garage so that they could all be together. (I love you Darin, but if this cat thing doesn’t work out I’ll still blame you )
The cat hid with her babies in the back corner of our garage until my other neighbor, Shelli and her kids, who love cats, helped us trap her. We safely put her babies into the cage with her and called Animal Control to come relocate them to a foster family. By the time the man from Animal Control arrived, I had already started to become attached. Don’t ask me why… these kittens were mangy, sad looking things but my pregnant, mothering instincts must have kicked in. I defended that mother cat to the neighbors who hate the feral cats roaming near the stream behind our house. I worried about where those kittens would go and if they would be okay. When I asked Ken if he wanted to keep one he said, “no I don’t, but if you want one you can go rescue it in a few weeks.” He reminded me that these kittens were too little to be kept away from their mother. So with tears in my eyes, I let the Animal Control man take the cats away.
Without the immediate reminder of the poor kittens in my garage each time I went out the door, I could think more clearly. “No, we don’t need a cat, we’re going to have a baby.” “I don’t really like cats.” Etc. And then a week later, when I had finally re-hardened my softening heart, I received a text from my neighbor, Shelli, coercing me into adopting a kitten. Her kids were going to take his brother and we could take him. They could be outdoor cats and play outside together. Her son, Beckham, is one of Ricky’s best friend’s and I knew he would love having brother cats with his best bud.
We went back and forth for a few days, debating if we both really wanted to take on the responsibility of cat but ultimately, I knew with that very first text that we would be the new family to that orange kitten.
Two weeks ago on Friday afternoon, we went to pick up our kitten. And by Saturday that boy was spoiled rotten… a basket full of toys, a six foot tall kitty condo and napping regularly on our couch. He was suppose to be an outdoor cat. His litter box, food and condo is in the garage, but he sleeps and plays inside. He meows when he needs to go out, something he figured out on his own with no training. He plays gently with the boys and deals quite well with all of the many kids manhandling him constantly. He crawls on to our laps and curls up by our neck for naps. He’s snugly and adorable and wouldn’t you know it, I think I do like cats.
Our neighbor’s named their cat Pico so the boys decided ours was to be named Taco. They got the better name, we got the more mellow kitten (so far). Meet lil’ Taco:
Taco’s first day in our home:
Getting comfortable with everyone:
I about had a heart attack when I walked into the room the other night and saw him flipping a snake into the air. My first thought was “Ahh, a snake!” My second was, “at least it’s tiny” My third, “Oh thank God it’s a toy snake!” It’s now his favorite toy.
So far, we’re all loving him.