|"Meow, man. Meow."|
Now, let me give you a little background about myself... I've always hated cats. I've hated them with a passion since I was a kid. I got my first dog when I was three and I've hated cats ever since. Dogs are loyal and protective. Cats are manipulative and selfish. At no time did I ever consider owning one, but then I married The Mrs... She wanted a cat. I didn't care. I told her that I'd do anything for her except get her a cat. I don't want one of those things walking around my house in the way. Scratching up furniture. Tipping over fragile things. Being a nuisance.
"HEY everyone!!! I've found 3 sweet kittens that need a good home! DM me if you're interested!!!:) they get along with dogs & other cats!" "
"Why is that tweet jumping out at me?" I think to myself.
The Mrs. hasn't been feeling the best as of late. Back problems. Something like this could brighten up her day. That's when the devil on my shoulder appeared. "Idiot," he started, "you know that you hate cats."
Then the angel appeared on the other shoulder, "Do you know how excited it would make her if you brought home a kitten?"
Devil: "Whatever. She wouldn't like him because she didn't pick him out herself."
Angel: "She'll be happy with whatever you bring home. She'll be stunned that you love her enough to go against your dislike of cats."
(Sigh) I tweeted to the owner, "Do you have photos of them?"
Three photos appeared on my timeline and one of them jumped out at me.
|"Ooh! Ooh! Pick me! Pick me!"|
Out pops the young lady who's giving me my choice of kitten. Her name is Maira. She looks early 20's, Hispanic, long hair and very attractive. She smiles through her braces and reaches in the backseat for two kittens. Although they all looked similar, I knew that I wanted the one from the photo. There was no need to even look at the third kitten that was still in the car. I thanked Maira and got in the car with the kitten. On my way home, the kitten tried to climb up on my shoulder while I was driving. I immediately started thinking of the recent blog post I did about unrestrained pets in cars.
However, I manage to hold him until I got home. The fact that he seemed so friendly was appealing. He was growing on me already. I get inside the house and I'm hiding the kitten behind my laptop bag. The Mrs. looks at me funny as I approach her. I pull out the kitten and she has this look on her face as if Ashton Kutcher is going to pop out and tell her that she's been "Punk'd."
I later texted Maira to tell her how big of a smile the kitten put on The Mrs.' face. I offered her to let me send her something to show my appreciation, but she said, "just knowing y'all will be happy is more than enough."
Such a sweet girl.
So, after the first 100+ hours, a trip to Petco and cat-proofing my electronics, I'll admit that it's not so bad... yet. The Mrs. named him "Char," which is short for "charcoal" and the name of one of our favorite restaurants.
Omg. I'm a cat owner. What have I done?