If you’ve been following my blog posts for a while you might remember that a little over a year ago, we lost our beloved ocicat, Minna, to pancreatic cancer. And although the vet tried to convince me to take on another cat, DH and I just didn’t have the heart. So for the first time in decades we decided to be a pet-free household… which meant that during the day, because I worked from home I was truly alone. Those of you with pets probably understand what I’m getting at: when you’re on your own for the best part of each weekday, just knowing there’s another living creature lounging somewhere around your house makes a difference. And writing is a lonely business, so instead of talking to myself I could talk to the cat :)
Usually cats needing homes just kind of fall into our laps — like the time I had to take my very old cat Fresca to the vet, was given the bad news that I wouldn’t be taking her home again, and before I had a chance to make it back to my car and bawl in private, the vet presented me with an abandoned cat he was feeding that needed a loving home, STAT. But this time it didn’t happen and we remained cat-less. And I was okay with that.
Lately, however, the kids have been agitating for us to acquire another pet of the feline persuasion and we were wavering but holding firm. Until DD spotted a kitten needing a home. So we discussed it and decided if — big if! — the kitten was still there the next day, we’d take her on. So we rocked up to the vet’s, half-expecting them to have already placed the kitten as they’d done with her other litter-mates, and what d’you know? She was still there, still needing a home.
Just call me a goner and give me those pet adoption papers….
We’ve had our new family member for a week now and I gotta say, it’s been a challenge. We’ve never owned such a young kitten before, and I’m learning playtime is a big part of her day. And when she needs cuddles, she really needs cuddles. She comes to find me and sits beside my office chair and mews piteously. Cue me cradling one tiny kitty and typing one-handed. Just as well I completed my last writing deadline before she arrived or I’d have been struggling because believe me, she’s hard to resist.
We never usually have issues with finding names for our new additions, either. Often they’ve been other people’s pets so we’ve stuck to the same name. Or the right name just pops into someone’s head and everyone agrees it fits. Not so with this little minx. She’s been a real challenge to name — so much so that DH put his foot down and said she was getting a name this weekend and that was that!
So without further ado, meet Twink (her kitten name is “Twinkie”), the latest addition to the Anderson clan:
For those of you who’re not Kiwis, “Twink” is a very well-known white-out (or liquid paper correction) brand — rather apt for a writer, perhaps? And I apologize in advance because no doubt you’ll be hearing more of her antics.
All I can say about Twinkie is that I have smiled more in the past week than I have in a long time.