Even though this post is about a cat, I am in the dog box. Today I visited the SPCA and came home with a kitten. He’s nameless still, I can hear him smashing away at his scratching pole and the hangy rattle thing that dangles from its apex, but he’s super cute.
Miss 6 has been asking for a pet kitten for longer than I can remember. I’ve always said No. I’m not a cat fan myself and it’s just never been something on my wish list. But lately I’ve started realising that when you’re a parent, sometimes it’s not just about what I want and the chance to make my little girls’ dreams come true overrode common sense. Husband grew up with animals galore and certainly is not averse to having a family pet.
The prelude to this ‘disaster’ is that on Sunday the older kids were with their grandparents and a birthday party so when I suggested to my main man that we get a kitten for the kids, he replied with “only if we can get a cheap one from the SPCA”. Without a word of a lie, I bundled the baby into the car and we headed off to the SPCA with 40 minutes until closing time. When we arrived, not surprisingly, there were no kittens to be seen. Cute little fluffy balls of cat get snaffled up pretty quick. So we left and didn’t discuss the matter any further. In my mind though, the fact that he’d said what he did and been so keen to visit the shelter with me on Sunday meant that he was on board with my plan.
I called on Tuesday and was told there were five new kittens but by the time I phoned back that same afternoon, there only two left and they had to be homed together. I called again this morning and was told that again, there were five new kittens available for adoption. By the time we picked up Mr 4 from Kindy and headed back to Westney Road and entered the Kitten room, it was awash with people. Part of me hoped they were all just there for a casual visit, to soak up some cat-cute and be on their way. But alas, two people got in before me and snapped up what would have been my first two choices. My daughter had told me on a visit a few months back that her favourite was the ginger one. Not my favourite. And a few days ago when once more professing how much she longed for a cat, she mentioned her love for a ginger one so she could call it Gingernut. As luck would have it the only ones left today when I got there were black, tabby and a kind they call Cameo. The black and tabby were both asleep so I had no chance to see what they looked like really and no chance to interact with them. The Cameo was a compromise on the ginger wish, since it’s tone is kind of caramel-ish. I took it as a sign. We gave it a pat, we signed the papers, bought the necessary accessories (which was everything since we have never had a pet before and therefore own nothing), and bundled our new fur baby into a box ready to bring him home. I felt more nervous than leaving the hospital with my babies. Seriously, I don’t know the first thing about cats!
We got home and I got him all set up in our laundry which is pretty much a cupboard but the only place that can be shut off and took a quick picture. Then I text it to my husband with the caption “Say hi to your newest son”. Oh dear…. he was not impressed.
And he still isn’t. Whooops. I can’t take him back!
The kids are beyond happy and Miss T keeps telling me that she’s so thrilled with her new pet, that it’s the best present she’s ever been given and she wants to hug me forever for buying him for them. I got the reaction I was hoping for from her and know I’ve made her dream come true.
My darling husband told me he is not getting up to the kitten in the night which is totally understandable. He said the one thing he would have suggested from experience was to not get a male cat since the male family cat they had used to fight and spray everywhere. Arrrrggghhhh please tell me your experience has been different. I’ve been googling all afternoon and most of things I read say that actually male cats make nicer pets, they’re more affectionate yadda yadda yadda.
Someone reassure me that I haven’t made a terrible decision. Also, please tell me how you deal with the crying? Do I just go in and reassure him that he’s ok as you would with a baby??
Allll the advice is very welcome!