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It has been so busy that I don’t think I’ve had a chance to share anything about our interloper, Kitty. A friend of mine (Hi Andy!) found a kitty and nursed her back to health but was unable to keep her because of his crazy travel schedule. So he posted his plea out on Facebook looking for a home for Miss Kitty. I knew my in-laws had lost their beloved kitty the month before and I thought I might be able to play matchmaker. The hitch in this new marriage was that kitty was going to have to stay with us for two weeks before we could get her to her new home. Crossing our fingers we jumped right into being kitty foster parents.
Right from the start Miss Kitty ruled the roost. We figured she would hide for a day or too before venturing out to check out the rest of the house. We do have three loud kids and a big golden retriever so that is only fair. Kitty had other plans though. Within a day or two she’d already showed us that she was not afraid of the kids. She actually preferred to sleep in their room and on their beds. Of course they are quieter when they are sleeping! I think these sleeping arrangements greatly affected Kate’s quality of sleep. I think Kate, being the big pet lover with low impulse control (read that as big squeezy hugs) was having nightmares directly related to our visitor. She woke up on at least three occasions terrified of Lions and Tigers (no bears) eating folks in her dreams. The girls thought she was funny but were also accutely aware of her claws and I know for sure Ellie was chased out of her room more than once by kitty.
Speaking of chasing, Allen and I got endless laughs of all the running Cooper did. Seriously! That dog is six times her size and has ruled THIS roost for four years. In two days she had taken over the top spot and he spent the whole two weeks slinking around the house because he was afraid she would jump out at him. We actually bought her a collar with a bell on it so Cooper would know if kitty was sneaking up on him. By the end of her tenure they had worked it out so she could be sleeping on the foot stool and he could sleep on the floor next to it, but it wasn’t above her to stretch out with her claws fully extended as a little reminder to him that she was still in charge. (Again he would slink away.)
The girls wanted to name Kitty Ginny after the red headed Weasleys from the Harry Potter series. If we’d kept her I’m sure that would have been the name, but we thought her new owners should name her and they picked Mischief. That is a perfect name because you never know where you are going to find her or what she is doing.
Here are a few of the places we found her. On the mantle…
In the bottom bunk of the doll bed…
In Kate’s suitcase. We were packing for Thanksgiving when we were going to drop her off. Socks? Check. Toothbrush? Check. Kitty? Check.
All in all it was a great experience. Yes there were tears (and not from our allergies which were amazingly non-existent) when we had to say good bye but we know we get to see her every time we go to Grandma’s house. That’s a great consolation. If wet food and kitty litter weren’t involved (Cooper ate more than his fair share of kitty almond roca) I might even consider getting a kitty for myself!