This was originally posted December 2020
Yes, you read that right. I bought a kitten. I was looking for a specific cat. Light coloured. Short haired. Preferably female. I looked for months. Every free kitten was either spoken for within minutes or I was ignored. The shelters had a backlog of people waiting for kittens. Everyone wanted one because a lot of people were laid off for months, so they decided it was a good time for a new companion. After waiting and looking for months and having been repeatedly disappointed and heartbroken, I decided the only way I was going to get a kitten was to buy one (and I don’t mean someone’s random backyard cat) In order to legally ask for money for a cat or dog here in Nova Scotia, the animal must come with a vet health certificate. Scrolling through some ads, I finally found something I never thought I’d have. A purebred cat. So, in September, I picked up a little seal point Siamese kitten with double paws (polydactyl) and called her Moon. 🌙
So far she isn’t the typical Siamese. She isn’t very vocal. She isn’t very clingy. She’ll be 5 months old next week and her spay is scheduled for next month. I would have totally adopted an adult, but I thought Sara would take better to a kitten. Sara hates her. Moon torments poor Sara every time she moves. She’s relentless. And then she falls asleep in your lap and you just stare at her because she’s so darn cute. She totally entertaining. My husband, who is not an animal person, who was completely against getting a second cat, who has never picked up an animal on purpose, picks her up. Carries her around. Put her to bed and let’s her back out. Let’s her sit on the arm of his chair to watch the fish tank. You can’t not like a kitten. I think it had changed him. I can only hope that one day, Moon and Sara will live in harmony and even enjoy each other. I did, after all, get her because I didn’t want Sara to be lonely.
I thought Crews, my rescue dog, would love her. When he goes outside he looks for Felix, the barn cat. Mind you, he usually runs him over or jumps on him, but for some reason he thinks this giant orange cat should play with him. But I think Crews was actually scared of this tiny creature. He eventually realized he could play with this one, and it plays back. But he needs to be gentle. Hey don’t play a lot, it she does like to be near him sometimes when she sleeps.
It has been nearly 17 years since I’ve had a kitten. And this is my first Christmas in as many without Holly. This years tree has a few less ornaments on, to save them from little paws.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone. Let’s hope the next year will be better than the last
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