Really?!?
Wow! So Ryan calls me up as he is coming home from work.
“I’ve got a surprise for you and Laura,” he says.
After guessing a whole bunch of wild and crazy things, like tickets for a cruise, a plane ride around the world, he won a million dollars and never has to work again, etc. I finally move on to things that he doesn’t like. Pets. A dog? No. A cat? Yes.
WHAT?!? REALLY?!? Are you kidding or are you serious? After stringing me along for a bit longer he finally admits that he got a free little Siamese kitten from a guy at work.
“Free Siamese? What’s wrong with it?” I ask.
“Oh it’s not full Siamese. It’s 1/2 Siamese, 1/2 Bastard,” he replies.
Ok… good. Just checking. The kids are in bed by the time he comes home at 10pm. He put the kitten in his gym bag because it kept walking back and forth on the dash board of the truck.
I hear this horrible meowing (if you want to call it that) coming from the gym bag, as I come down the stairs.
“What the hell is that? A pig, a bird, a duck?”
“I guess that’s how Siamese cats sound,” he says shrugging.
I open the bag and out pops the cutest little kitten I’ve ever laid eyes on… Ooohhhhh soooo cute. I love cats. I really love kittens. It has a black nose, ears and tail. A splash of white graces the tip of her tail. Her body is a light grey with a few splotches of brown smeared here and there. She has these pretty pale blue eyes. Oh my goodie, goodie gum drops, this kitten is adorable. She is so beautiful. Wow. I was impressed that he had chosen such a cute lil’ thing.
He had rescued it from being drowned. The owner was just going to kill her since he had 20 cats on his farm. This kitten was the runt of the litter. Whatever possessed Ryan to get this kitten is just beyond me. He says it’s to catch the mouse in the house, but I don’t know…. Something is up. I’m not sure what, but I’m shocked. Ryan doesn’t like cats so I am astounded that he would get one for the family.
I keep asking him why he would get a kitten, when he hates cats. He just shrugs and says with a smile, “Well, you always wanted another cat…”
Awwww, how sweet. This is huge for Ryan, cuz he’s always yapping on about how terrible cats are and blah, blah, blah. Wow. He really loves me and the kids. The kids. Oh my gosh. They are going to freak!
When I called up friends to tell them of the news, to put it lightly they are shocked and horrified. Heh, heh. My friends have only heard of the crazy tales I would tell of what I would do to my cat, “Kitty” when I was on the farm. That coupled with the fact that I have crazy high energy kids. Yeah, this kitten will be pulling out the claws.
I’ll let the kids name her since the only name that crosses my mind is still, “Kitty.” *sigh* 25 years later, and I’m still not creative when it comes to names.
We are getting along quite well. She follows me around everywhere and right now she is curled up in my lap fast asleep. I’m just thrilled… now if only my eyes would stop itching…