Once during a talk in Reno, author Anne Lamott said that adopting a new kitten is like bringing a crack addict into your home. One you’re not even related to.
And why would you be writing about that, Inez?
Well, my horseback riding instructor has farm cats, two of which had kittens. I’ve seen them every week, from close-eyed proto-kitten-ness, through round-headed, side-eared, sway-backed toddlerhood, to 6-week-old adorable-osity. And every week, I’ve been offered one. And this week, yeah, I brought one home.
Mim is tiny — 1 lb — and very, very sassy. I was worried about how the dogs would react to such a small, squeaky-toy seeming creature, but they’re okay. Jasper is very jealous of anybody other than him getting my affection, but on the other hand, he can sneak into the bathroom (Mim’s temporary area) and eat kitten food. Violet just follows Mim around, looking concerned, as if she’s afraid the kitten is going to steal the silver.
Astrid cat is FURIOUS.
Zeke bird hasn’t even noticed.