Bad News and Good News…

This morning I had received a phone call about Jonathon’s kitten. She never made it to get spayed, she fell ill over night and they had to put her to sleep as she took a turn for the worse on Christmas day.

I didn’t know what I was going to tell Jonathon as he had been doing a massive countdown and planning for when Miley got to be in his arms forever and ever. I fed him lunch with the weight of the news on my mind as he smiled and asked a million questions about Miley and her home coming: “Will she be able to fit in my stocking? She can nap there can’t she? Is she too big? No, she’s not too big… she’ll like it in my stocking. I CAN’T WAIT!”

Ashley suggested that I tell him she wound up being a ninja and escaped- I thought that was a wonderful idea! She was really a ninja and escaped to fight crime. Of course I broke the news as I was getting him ready to go pick her up. Only of course I wasn’t going to go pick her up, rather I was hoping I could explain what happened and then see if he wanted to adopt another cat.

“Jonathon, I have some news to tell you.” I told him and his voice was a little shakey. He wanted to go get a new kitty, but a boy kitty instead. He told me, “Men don’t cry.” And I think he told me that as he wanted to, but he told me he was angry instead. He was angry that Miley died on him. She was a bad girl. I went through the list of men in his life- uncles, grandpa’s, and then the list of superheroes and how they all cry now and then. “Even Superman?” Yes. “Even Spider Man?” Yes. “What about the Hulk?” Definitely The Hulk.

Once we got back to the humane society, I looked in the little room with the cages and felt a little sad that Miley was gone, and I saw that there were no other cats in there that “did it” for us.

On the way out I saw another room filled with cats, one was Alvin. Ashley initially wanted to get him, but I didn’t see him the first time we were there. On the site he was a much smaller kitten than the 8 month old that sat before us. The lady opened the door and he ran right into Jonathon’s arms.

Alvin had been there since October and no one was quite sure why no one had adopted him. I personally think that he was waiting for Jonathon. Oh what a sneaky cat.

The ladies were shocked as to how Alvin took to Jonathon and how happy they were that we were adopting him. It felt like a bad situation turned good.

Mila. I forgot about Mila. Oh princess of the house. I may be watching her for Ashley, but she’s been in bliss as the only cat for once. Sleeping with me nightly, having her belly rubbed, definitely being spoiled with love and attention (although we had our day or two after our initial period where we were bored with each other. Thankfully that didn’t last long).

<-Mila watching the new cat like a hawk. She is NOT happy.

Introduce Alvin. Ugh, I forgot about separating them initially. BAD ME! There were growls and hisses and me dropping to my knees, “Can’t we all just get along?!?!”

Well Alvin is a little younger, a little more playful and the first thing he did as I took him out of the box was to drop at my feet, roll on his back and he began to pur as I rubbed HIS belly. Oh Mila did not go for this at all. It’s a battle of my affections.

Hissing, a rush for my lap, belly rubbing, growling, hissing, more rushing to see who gets to me first. I know this too shall pass. I kind of like the attention.

Jonathon has been the stern one during the personality clashes and I’m allowing it. He loves Alvin and he loves how already Alvin tries to sneak in his room to sleep by his bed. Jonathon of course doesn’t want him IN his room due to his continuous drip- all the wires make both of us nervous. Jonathon will laugh and then yell, “Alvin I love you but GO!”… so as he’s in bed, I’m in the middle the battle.

What started off as a sad morning has turned off to a happy albeit nervous evening with me afraid to close my eyes tonight and curious as to if I should lock one of them in my bedroom while I’m at work (I made a second litter box and placed food in there.)

Alvin is completely at home and every I look over and smile at him with my eyes, he’ll jump in my lap and purrrrrrrrrr. What a sweetie. He’s totally going to destroy my home, isn’t he?