So tell me how, living in this new apartment (which is a no pet zone, hah, oops) and obviously we cannot own a dog because not only do we live in the city but having a dog is legitimately like having a small child... I was manipulated, finagled, duped... into getting a kitten.
And I totally just let it happen.
Lucas and I went home this past weekend to relax with friends and family (and I went to The Big E, another post coming up soon!) and on our way home he slyly mentioned that he wanted to go to The Humane Society. Well, we'd been talking about getting a kitten for a little while since our apartment is just so lonely without a pet. Houses without animals are so weird. I think I feel that way because my family truly hasn't gone longer than three months without a dog residing there as king or queen of the house. Obviously I knew there was a very small chance that we'd be leaving the humane society empty-handed.
We walked in and there were THREE - not one, not two, but THREE - tiny two-month old orange kittens. I was sobbing. Clutching Lucas's arm and screaming that we needed to take home all three. Making a scene, I had to be escorted out of the building, completely losing my head and trying to climb into the cage with the animals.
Obviously I'm exaggerating.
We filled out an application and took out a little sucker named Carter. The kittens all looked the exact same so there was no way of telling them apart. I didn't really know what to expect because my parents passionately hate cats and I have never really interacted with one besides being clawed half to death by my grandmas' cats at the age of nine.
Carter was set down in the room and immediately became possessed by a wild spirit. He clawed up our legs, tried to jump out the window, would not let us hold him, was running so fast around the room that all of us, the employee included, could not catch him. Wanting more cuddles (and absolutely terrified by Carter), we decided to meet another one of the kittens.
They brought in Fluff Muffin. And it was love at first sight.
The little fluffer dude cuddled up in our laps, seemed to love being held and cuddled, and was purring the entire time. He was playful in a manageable way (although since coming home he's attacked me in my sleep several times LOL, but I think I just need to get him some more interesting toys). We brought him home that day and for almost the entire ride back to Boston he sat in my lap, sleepy and adorable, curled up in a little kitty ball of fur.
Two days ago we still hadn't come up with a name for him (because I was not going to continue calling him Fluff Muffin, and until then he had just been Baby Cat). Lucas and I were sitting on an outdoor patio and it was the full moon. I was going on about how I could feel connected to the cosmos, and Lucas's eyes lit up as he said, "We should name him Cosmo!" And now my little galactic kitty babe has a name.
I won't lie, he's a freaking handful. A little more than I was expecting from a cat. But I love how much attention he needs because he's my little babe. He makes me love staying in at home, and he makes me excited to come home from work every day. Seeing his little face light up is the warmest feeling after a long day. :)
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