Next week (February 4, to be exact) is my cat, Darwin’s, birthday. He’ll be turning 6 years old. I’m not entirely sure what that is in cat years. I know that each human year is 7 dog years…does that work for cats too?
I haven’t blogged about this before because it makes me very sad, but last month when I went home to visit my family for Christmas, I brought Darwin with me and he stayed in Connecticut with my parents. My boyfriend is very allergic to kitty and since we’ll be moving in together later this year (tentative date: Memorial Day weekend), this was the only choice. My parents love Darwin so very much and he seems to adore them. He sleeps snuggled between my mom and dad and curls up with them in the evenings when they watch TV or read books. The little guy even seems to get along with their dog, Pookie. They text me updates and pictures, which I’m endlessly grateful for, but it’s still hard. Being at home without him is lonely. Seeing other cats makes me depressed. I love my boyfriend more than anything, so I know I made the right choice; but the right choice isn’t always easy.
Yesterday I walked into PetCo to buy some birthday presents to mail up to him (yeah, I’m that girl, get over it) and just sat down in the cat toy aisle and cried. I miss my furball.
I thought I’d post some of the awesome things about furball and share his goodness with the world.
Darwin really loves to be pet. Like a lot. One evening, he had four girls petting him at the same time and he was in seventh heaven. The purring was at 1000 decibels.
Darwin really, really loves his Aunt Tammy.
Aunt Tammy would babysit him if I ever went away for the weekend.
He was also pretty fond of playing dress up.
He loves high fives.
And he is, without a doubt, the chubbiest cat alive.
Then, the weekend after I adopted her, I travelled to VAB with my boo for the weekend. When I got back, the lovable kitten I adopted was gone and in her place was a skiddish, terrified ball of fur. She gets along wonderfully with my old fat loaf cat Darwin, but she hasn’t come anywhere near me in seven weeks. It’s been kind of frustrating for me because I just want to love on her and I want her to be happy with her new adopted home. For a few weeks I figured it was a weird kitten phase and that she’d grow out of it. Well, she hasn’t. Every time I walk into a room, she looks like a deer in headlights and runs away. The only time I’ve been able to touch her is when she’s been asleep and doesn’t know that I’ve come up behind her to pet her.
Yesterday I had to take Mia to get spayed. It took me nearly thirty minutes to catch her to bring her into the vet because she doesn’t even like to be in the same room as me, so forget getting close enough to grab. She hissed at me and was very upset when I picked her up. After her surgery (which went very well), I took her home and she FREAKED out and hid from me and cried all evening. I couldn’t even get close enough to comfort her.
I just don’t know what to do anymore. I really want to love her and take care of her but she’s just so scared and upset all the time.
Cat lovers out there: Am I doing something wrong? Is this the right home for her? :-/
Last week I was feeling mighty crummy and R came over with a big bag of goodies to make me feel better (cue a resounding “aww”). With it, there was a card that had a googley-eyed donkey on the front, so you KNOW it was a good card. The back had special messages from my two furbabies. I’m not sure how he got them to hold a pen, but he must have been training them for a while.
My big old loaf of a fat cat is super friendly. He loves everyone and everything: people, other cats, dogs, thing on TV, feathers, hair clips, refrigerator magnets.
Someone infused his blood with cannabis when he was born and he’s been in a continuous blazed state for the past six years.
I’ve always thought that he could use a friend around the house and so this past weekend I decided to go look (just look! not buy! no commitments!) at a kitten. Well, one thing lead to another and it all happened SO QUICKLY and before I knew it I had adopted a cute little furball. She’s 10 weeks old and was found very, very sick living under the dumpster behind Osteria in Virginia Highlands. Since she was found behind an Italian restaurant, we named her Mama Mia (Mia for short).
She’s totally adorable and teeny teeny tiny. She and Darwin are already best buds. They play-wrestle all the time (no, seriously, all.the.time. Even in the middle of the night…). They even snuggle and kiss one another.
Needless to say, I’m totally happy with my adoption. My big boy is happy as a clam to have a buddy to play and cuddle with and Mia is much better off than she was just a few weeks ago!
Check out this adorable video of my two fuzz balls loving on each other.