Whoever said cats will be cats is simply wrong. Cats will be more than just cats. They will be your best friend, your joy, and even your writing buddy. Katniss is our new kitten Henry and I adopted just days ago. It was our first time going into a humane society and adopting.
As I entered the “cat room” many emotions washed over me. I felt overwhelmed with the amount of beautiful cats and kittens meowing for my attention. I found my hand reaching out to touch each one as I walked through the storm of meowing. Then, I felt saddened that each cat has yet to find a home. Henry and I stayed awhile saying hi to each cat, then finally we came together to make a hard decision…which one do we take home?
Henry chose three that he really liked. They were playful, friendly, and of course…cute. But something inside didn’t feel complete yet. So, we walked around some more. There were three kittens separated from the others. One was really, I mean extremely shy. Another a black and white mix kitten, very friendly. The other…well, she was sleeping, until Henry clicked his tongue softly and immediately this beautiful four-month tortoiseshell kitty came purring to Henry’s finger tip. She was the one.
The humane society described her as “spunky,” we describe her as “crazy!” She has a gentle side to her where she will purr for half an hour and lick our faces. The other side to her thinks everything is play…even our fingers and toes.
It’s been hard to teach her to not bite at our toes and fingers. Using a spray bottle works well with her. Sometimes, she literally gets soaked with that spray bottle, but she is learning. The absolute hardest part of having a kitten is the fact that she does have nails. Declawing is very inhumane, and we’ve been looking at the other options available. We know that she doesn’t intend to hurt us, ever, because she is just playing.
This morning she’s learned, I think, that it hurts us because she is starting to lick our fingers and toes after she “attacks…” never to the extreme though. When I take her out on the deck every morning and wrap her up in my arms, she purrs on my shoulder making everything better. She will sit in my lap and watch the hummingbirds with me. It reminds me that she’s just a kitten and has a lot to learn…kind of like all of us.
So, why Katniss? Well, have you read The Hunger Games? Do you know Katniss’ nickname? Catnip. This kitten is full of energy with a huge heart. She reminds us of Katniss, and after listing through a million names, Katniss just spoke to us.
Today, as I write, she is my little writing buddy and my spunky inspiration. She is my fourth charm. She jumps up into my arms and watches as I write. She is more than just a cat. She’s my little espresso truffle. xo