I just had to accept the offer.
A year ago, my officemate told me that her friend's cat just had her kittens. After a few months, I learned that they were planning to put to sleep one of the kittens since the intended owner suddenly backed down. I just couldn't bear the idea ... a little innocent kitten to be killed. Of couse, some may say that it is kinder to "murder" it than let is suffer slowly. Still...
And so I offered to get the kitten. But I had to ask first the permission of my parents. We are the proud owners of 2 cats and 3 dogs. Do we still have the space? A third cat suddenly ran away from home a few months back and I thought the free space could be filled up by this to-be-abandoned kitten. And so I said yes.
Of course, we had to experience our first adventure. When I picked it up from it first home, it suddenly jumped from the its box at the same time that the elevator door opened. It ran scared around the condo floor while we tried to corner it. We caught it after running around in circles and a few shouts. The next one was during the kitten's first date with the vet... cried so loudly to and from the vet's as if on its way to the hangman's noose.
I battled between Pretzel and Narra but the former won more votes. Cute name and easy to pronounce. Just two syllables. This is very important especially if you are shouting after it. And so Pretzel became a new member of the family. He (I thought it was a she, not knowing that male cats do not show their you-know-what until a certain age... good thing I did not call her Marsha or any girl's name!), we discovered, has a big appetite. He eats anything and everything. Imagine a kitten that eats pancit! Or corn? And so he has grown.
Pretzel has inched his way into our hearts. He has displaced the other cats, taking over their sleeping thrones. He confidently walks by and jumps around the dogs, feats that the other cats wouldn't dare do. He alone is allowed to get inside the bedrooms, that is. after having his cloth bath plus alcohol and perfume. He gets to sleep on the chest of my dad or beside my brother. He playfully rolls all over the house or just leans nonchalantly wherever he wants. We love him for his antics and acts of self-entertainment... like running after his tail, annihilating the poor newspaper just for the fun of it, or even biting after your foot just for the heck of it. Throw him up in the air, hug him, play with his legs, pull his tail (albeit lightly), make him run after a string... It is fun to watch him and be with him.
A little devil and a little angel bundled in an adorable kitten named Pretzel.
A year ago, my officemate told me that her friend's cat just had her kittens. After a few months, I learned that they were planning to put to sleep one of the kittens since the intended owner suddenly backed down. I just couldn't bear the idea ... a little innocent kitten to be killed. Of couse, some may say that it is kinder to "murder" it than let is suffer slowly. Still...
And so I offered to get the kitten. But I had to ask first the permission of my parents. We are the proud owners of 2 cats and 3 dogs. Do we still have the space? A third cat suddenly ran away from home a few months back and I thought the free space could be filled up by this to-be-abandoned kitten. And so I said yes.
Of course, we had to experience our first adventure. When I picked it up from it first home, it suddenly jumped from the its box at the same time that the elevator door opened. It ran scared around the condo floor while we tried to corner it. We caught it after running around in circles and a few shouts. The next one was during the kitten's first date with the vet... cried so loudly to and from the vet's as if on its way to the hangman's noose.
I battled between Pretzel and Narra but the former won more votes. Cute name and easy to pronounce. Just two syllables. This is very important especially if you are shouting after it. And so Pretzel became a new member of the family. He (I thought it was a she, not knowing that male cats do not show their you-know-what until a certain age... good thing I did not call her Marsha or any girl's name!), we discovered, has a big appetite. He eats anything and everything. Imagine a kitten that eats pancit! Or corn? And so he has grown.
Pretzel has inched his way into our hearts. He has displaced the other cats, taking over their sleeping thrones. He confidently walks by and jumps around the dogs, feats that the other cats wouldn't dare do. He alone is allowed to get inside the bedrooms, that is. after having his cloth bath plus alcohol and perfume. He gets to sleep on the chest of my dad or beside my brother. He playfully rolls all over the house or just leans nonchalantly wherever he wants. We love him for his antics and acts of self-entertainment... like running after his tail, annihilating the poor newspaper just for the fun of it, or even biting after your foot just for the heck of it. Throw him up in the air, hug him, play with his legs, pull his tail (albeit lightly), make him run after a string... It is fun to watch him and be with him.
A little devil and a little angel bundled in an adorable kitten named Pretzel.
3 comments:
Proverbs 12:10
"A good man takes care of his animals." This proverb could also have been written about you. :-) Nice. Now I can imagine how having a pet kitten can affect your life. This zero-pet person just admires the patience and the tenderness of owners like you.
If i had a black pet cat, I'd call him "Lucky." You know, just to dispel the notion that black cats, brings, well, bad luck.
One requirement for God's will... pet lover :- ) I think one way of measuring a person's level of tenderness and level of responsiblity is how he or she treats his/ her pets :- )
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