So I went to the vet’s today to pick up some flea and tick treatment for my cats and they had a couple kittens on display.
I completely fell in love with this one little, teeny-tiny, must-have-been-the-runt-of-the-litter kitten. He was just hanging out in the litter box (which I find fitting because Mowgli and Persephone used to do that too). He’s blind in one eye but I think it makes him EVEN CUTER and he loves to give kisses. Like, LOVES to give kisses (that or I had something tasty on my fingers?).
I can cover the cost of the adoption (which covers all of his first year shots and the surgery to get him neutered), I just need to convince my dad to let me bring another animal into the house. I have a birthday coming up and since they don’t have to pay for anything, I’m hoping I can swing this.
I want him desperately and I don’t typically want kittens. I’m one of those people that, I like kittens, they’re cute as all heck, but I also like to give them back, much like children. After Pancake, my last cat, died I was determined to adopt an older cat (because she had come to me when she was 5 or 6) and I liked not having the fuss of a kitten, but my parents were determined that, if I was getting another cat, it had to be a kitten. That’s how I ended up with Mowgli and Persephone (it was actually a really dramatic, they were going-to-end-up-in-a-really-bad-place-if-I-didn’t-take-them-ordeal that I won’t get into).
Anyway, I’m surprised at how vehemently I want this kitten. The other kittens were plenty cute but I didn’t have an intense desire to take any of them home. There was just something about this one little kitty that, it was instantaneous, I just fell in love with that little face.
I think I’m going to call him Boomer.