This weekend AAA and I (and the boyf) got a new roommate. She’s friendly, happy, full of energy and has the most beautiful color “hair!”
Meet Dora, the Crazy Kitty Explorer:
As most of you know I have a slight obsession with dogs. Something about their unconditional love and affection and desire to cuddle that makes me a complete sucker for any canine that looks my way (or walks in front of me; I’m easy!). Needless to say, working one and a half hours from home, and conducting the majority of my social life in the same locale, doesn’t lend itself to providing a dog with the level of attention that it deserves.
I wasn’t always a dog-lover. Growing up I preferred cats. I admired their emotional and physical independence. You had to earn their love; I respected that trait. I guess times change. The smushier I got, the more I was drawn to doggy love.
When it comes down to it, I need fur in my life. I grew up with cats and a dog; animals were always a staple at home. After fostering Max the ADHD puggle for 6 months, I really missed having a pet, so I started toying with the idea of getting a kitty.
Last Thursday my mom texted me the following:
Caption: Want to adopt a kitten? 5 months old, spayed and has all her shots.
Reply: Yes! Now!
My mom’s vet had found her and been taking care of her for the past month. Two days later she moved in.
Thankfully my boyf is a huge cat lover, and in the know when it comes to caring for them, so he helped me stock up on necessary cat kit and avoid blowing money on the un-necessary.
When she arrived we expected her to sneak out of her cage and hide in a corner for 24 hours, avoiding all human contact.
On the contrary, she tiptoed out and spent an hour or so exploring every crevice in the apartment. After she felt comfortable enough, she let loose and began the bouncing, jumping and dashing about that, interspersed with cat naps, is her favorite pastime activity.
After a couple accidents in the bathroom and on my comforter (arrrgh!), she seems to have grasped the concept of the litter pan. She has her favorite toys: “Mousey” and a turkey hanging off elastic from a stick bought by grandma (my mom’s resorted to accepting anything furry as a grandchild), a favorite window ledge and a preferred sleeping blanket (which was also peed on and is currently at the Laundromat).
She’s super friendly, and cuddled up in bed with us after only being at the house for a matter of hours — and after bouncing around chasing Mousey for the first half of the night!
After much contemplation, we’ve named her Dora. Before meeting her I was leaning towards Sushi — I had met a rescue cat named Sushi and thought it was the cutest thing ever — but it just doesn’t suit her personality. She’s an explorer at heart, so Dora it is. She seems to like it; she responds to it. Although she could just be responding to my high-pitched baby talk voice that only comes out when I’m talking to her. Either way, it works. And she squeaks back.
She’s absolutely aDORAble (ha. see what I did there?). And I’m embarrassed to say I’m acting like a new mom and refuse to leave her alone with any toys she may tangle herself on. (She was not happy when I left her alone in my room and then took away the elastic turkey toy.)
I’m a sucker for her already and can’t wait to get home to play with her. I love the lil’ furball… even if she doesn’t bark and lick my face while I’m trying to sleep.