WARNING: This post has relatively little to do with houses but a lot to do with home.
“Dear friends, please help me find a home for this gorgeous rescue kitten! She is sweet, cuddly and litter box trained. She has a small voice so would be safest inside. We love her but have too many animals to give them all they need. Thank you!”
That was the exact text that popped up on my phone while we were watching the boys’ swim class two Saturdays ago. It was from my cousin. I showed it to Steve and he smiled but didn’t say a word. The kids had been asking for a pet for a while and my go-to response was “maybe after Mabrey is potty-trained.” I didn’t think I could nurture one more living thing. In fact, I had recently brainstormed a post all about why I wasn’t ready for a pet right now. I had a lot of excuses. However, when I received the text, Mabrey had been potty-trained for a week so my usual response wasn’t going to hold up.
I called my cousin to see if the kitten was spoken for yet. She said she was ours if we wanted her. I told her I wasn’t a cat person and was clueless about all things cat. Up to that point, my experiences with cats were limited to outdoor farm cats and Pet Sematary. Not only did I think I didn’t like cats, I was scared of them – afraid they would pounce and claw my eyes out at any given moment. Steve’s thoughts on cats were similar. We weren’t cat people.
But my cousin assured me that this kitten wasn’t skittish. She was good with kids and other animals. She liked to play and cuddle. And THE KITTEN EYES. I couldn’t say no. I knew deep down there wasn’t a good reason why we couldn’t take her in. And, of course, the kids would love her. So the next thing I knew we were driving down to my cousin’s to retrieve a cat without so much as a litter box.
Upon meeting the kitten, we learned a little more about her. The story goes that my cousin’s nine-year-old daughter found the kitten and (what they assumed to be) her sister in the woods behind their house. The kittens were super scrawny and barely breathing. They brought them inside and gave them food and water. For a few weeks, they lived in the garage, grew stronger and learned to use a litter box. But the sister eventually ran off leaving this kitten alone. Heartbroken for the lonely kitty, my cousin brought her inside until she could find a home for her. (They already had four cats and a dog as it was!) That’s where the text message came in. And that’s how I ended up with a kitten on my desk not even 24 hours after declaring we didn’t own a cat.
After we brought her home (luckily, my cousin sent us home with a small litter box) Layne and I spent a good hour at a local pet store asking a million mind-numbing questions about litter boxes, litter, cat food, vaccines and such. You guys, I didn’t even know that cats drink water! I’m sure the employees were half-scared for our new kitten.
Anyway…
We’ve been living with a kitten for almost two weeks now. She’s a she and her name is Cheetah. (She came to us already named and we couldn’t bear to force another change on her.) The kids love telling people “We have a pet Cheetah!” A neighbor noticed the “M” marking on her forehead and informed us she’s at least part Maine Coon.
I fully expected there to be some difficulty with the transition to a new environment but Cheetah hasn’t had one single accident. (I hope I didn’t just jinx myself.) And she is SO GOOD with the kids. They love her! Layne scoops the litter box and Everett is in charge of food and water. Mabrey regularly manhandles her and Cheetah just goes with it. She is cuddly but has little bursts of energy when she likes to scamper and play. (Do cats scamper?) Her meow is almost silent. Having had a dog in the past, I can’t believe how quiet she is. Sometimes she will be right underfoot but I won’t know it until I nearly trip over her. She loves watching the birds, squirrels and rabbits out the window but never seems interested in escaping outside. She will come to us when called by name. She barely sheds. She has a daily schedule she made up herself which I find amusing. For instance, I know at 8:00 a.m. she will be perched in the boys’ windowsill waiting and watching for the neighbor dogs to go on their morning walk. She even naps when Mabrey naps and I don’t think it’s pure coincidence. She’s pretty much too good to be true. My friend who used to have her own pet-sitting business says we hit the cat jackpot.
That’s not to say I haven’t freaked out a few times. Domestic cats are nocturnal?! Cats have an innate need to scratch?! And climb?! Catnip is the cat equivalent of ecstasy?! I told Steve I sorta feel like a first-time mom. I want to do everything right but I’ll probably look back in a few years and laugh at all the ridiculous stuff I did in the name of ignorance.
Steve has really fallen for Cheetah, too. When he gets home from work he asks “Where’s Cheetah?” and the first thing he does after the kids are in bed is participate in a little kitty snuggle session. In short, this kitten is growing on us and we feel badly for having wrongly judged cats in the past. We aren’t entirely sure how it happened but we’re glad this kitten found us.
Are you a cat person? Have you ever ended up with a pet you never imagined owning?
Pssst – Since introducing our newest family member, everyone wants to know where we keep all the cat paraphernalia and how our décor is holding up. I’ll address those in a separate post later today!
images: Dana Miller for House*Tweaking
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