One year ago today, I adopted my best friend, Moe. Well, more accurately she adopted me. I went to Petsmart with my sister to get some supplies for her dogs, having no intentions of adopting an animal, and came out with the best companion anyone could ask for. I made a quick stop over by the adoption center and asked to hold this one particular kitty because she had crazy feet (extra toes!) and as I held her, she reached up and grabbed my hair pulling herself toward me and I was hooked. She got to come home that day.
Truth be told, I had about a days worth of adopters remorse. What was I going to do with a pet!? What about when I went out of town? How was I supposed to feed, play, clean, and love another little life enough? I got really scared that I wasn’t going to be able to give her everything she needed because I worked full time, but she has been the BEST thing that has ever happened to me! She made my house a home that I wanted to come home to after work. She made me a happier person.
Things I have learned in the last year…
My sweet little kitty has a bit of an identity crisis. She is convinced that she is a dog. She likes to go for rides in the car, plays fetch (Her favorite game ever! She even has tiny tennis balls!), chews on shoes, comes running to the door when I get home to greet me, and she will sit on command. There has to be a treat involved in the last one. She’s smart enough to know she can get something for it.
Patience. I am not sure what her background was before she came to me, but she probably hasn’t had the best time. She wasn’t even a year old when I adopted her, and she had already lost some of her adult teeth . I don’t know that she was abused, but I can’t help but think she wasn’t 100% loved either. She can be a pretty jumpy and skittish so I don’t know what she’s been through. She also bites. A lot. Most of the time, I think she is doing it to play, because she’ll bite and run. She can bite pretty hard though so I’m not sure she isn’t traumatized from something before me too. (The vet did say that polydactyl cats are prone to neurological disorders as well as immune deficiencies, so we are working on that with vitamins as well. I hope that’s all her craziness is.)
Warning: Overshare ahead. I am very lucky on the hairball front. In one year, she has had only one hairball ever! It was totally gross, I’m not going to say that it wasn’t, but only one isn’t bad at all! She also sheds very little. Even when I brush her, hardly any hair comes out in the brush. Hooray for that!
I now have a baby proof house. She has opposable thumbs. Yes, it’s true. The configuration of her extra toes has given her the ability to open cupboards and drawers with her paws, which she does, so I had to put child locks on them to keep her out. Nothing like coming home to find your kitten sleeping in the pots and pans. That’s just unacceptable. When that happens, every dish in that cupboard has to then be rewashed and that is a lot of work. She does like to sleep in the drawer of the spare bathroom if I let her though.
Cats love boxes. She loves to sleep and play in them, but she also likes to chew on the edges of them! I prefer this to chewing on shoes (see earlier reference) so she gets pretty much all of the cardboard boxes that she wants.
Finally, I have learned that shoes are perfect “storage” places for cat toys. If I ever take a pair of tennis shoes to the gym and forget to check them first, it’s a really good chance that when I put my foot in the shoe, I will find a toy mouse or a crinkle ball stashed away. Also, dryers make great storage places! Until the door is closed… Good times.
Overall, this has been an amazing year getting to know my sweet “Little Bean” and I look forward to many more to come. We know each other pretty well now and we have gotten into a good rhythm for our daily routine. There are still kinks to work out, and she is still a bit of a baby, but she is my best friend. She makes me happy to come home, and I know she’s happy to be with me. I love her so much! Nothing beats kitten kisses and when she nuzzles her head on mine. She’s a keeper, my pretty kitty!