Goodbyes

Our little Sugar baby is heading home very soon.  I could not have asked for a better guest and first time foster dog experience. I am a bit sad to see her go but thrilled that a dog will soon be reunited with her human mom and her pack.

I have a ton of photographs of this sweet and elegant girl but when I saw her and Willy laying quietly on the edge of the bed, I just had to snap a few more.  It's so rare that Willy holds still or is in lighting that I can take his photo. And there they were relaxing together in the late afternoon light.

Just as I began to think my photo-taking was becoming excessive, I felt a horrible pulling of my hair. I was reminded of my childhood and my mom struggling to get the snarls out. I have forgotten how tender-headed I am!

For those of you who have wondered how Mittens the Maleficent has settled it... well... she's the Queen.  I don't believe I've ever met a more naughty kitten. But I adore her. She and Willy play together, chasing each other through the apartment.  Sugar isn't afraid of her but is far too dignified to be bothered with the kitty shenanigans.

The photo session ended with Mittens combing my hair to get my attention.

My little family will soon number three again. Willy the dog, Mittens the kitten, and me... her grey twin!

Thank you so much to the owner of Sugar, for allowing her to come visit and to add to our lives. I will not forget her adorable dances to get treats, finding her burrowed inside of my pillowcase, and the way she sits watching everything that's going on.

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Wordless Wednesday - Her Kingdom

Tuesday night. Her second night home and she was still recovering from surgery. But not that you could tell from her insistent requests to leave the large crate.  

"For a few minutes" I tell her. "Your tummy needs to heal."

Not that you know from watching her. I turned her loose in just the bathroom. Away from the dog and in a small space. She rubbed my legs. Jumped to the next highest vantage point. Back to my legs to rub. Then up a bit higher.  Not a bit timid.  She looked around as though she's checking to make sure everything is in it's place.

Tonight, she has explored the rest of the place, for a few minutes at a time.  As though she owns the place. Mittens the Queen.

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Rescued - A Kitten's New Life Begins Today

Bringing a rescued pet home from the shelter produces a mixed bag of feelings. At least it did for me.  My kitten, Mittens, finally came home today. On the seemingly endless drive home, my thoughts raced. It seems that my feelings changed with each traffic light.

I already know that she is a "spirited" kitten, described as such by the shelter staff.  And the mystery of the adoption of Mittens deepened as her first homecoming was delayed after scratching the veterinarian. 

Today, the Vet Tech talked to me briefly, explaining that Mittens had also scratched her during this 10 day hold but it appeared to be a combination of playfulness, overly long nails, and being the type of cat that wants to be engaged and social but NOT be held.

I'm fine with that.

I was thrilled on the way home. Glad that she was finally mine.  I was relieved and thrilled that this kitten who bites and scratches won't be euthanized because she didn't seem adoptable.  Or adopted, misunderstood, and abused.

During this entire process, I've been more than a little scared that maybe I was biting off more than I could chew. I've had plenty of pets over my lifetime but this is my first formal rescue. I worried that rather than being a playful cat, she's a fearful cat, and won't be happy in my home. Oh the worrisome thoughts to think.

On the way home, she tried repeatedly to touch me from the carrier.  I swear she was saying, "Hey Lady, let me out!"  

I kept sticking my finger through the cage to pet her at stop lights, repeating to her, "We're almost home."  Followed by,  "Just five more minutes" (which my children learned to recognize as a little lie, but she doesn't know differently. Yet. Shh, don't tell her.)

Then I swear she said, just a little more loudly, "Hey Lady, I remember you. Let me out!  I won't scratch you, I promise." as she held out her paw, "I promise. See, they trimmed my nails."