I’ve wound up with a kitten. I named him Atticus Jack Finch. He is about 8 weeks old now. He came to be ours by a work of fate perhaps.
Today my mom and I were doing errands. We stopped by the pet store to stock up on some things and some people were holding a pet adoption outside. I didn’t intend to get a cat; I just like to look at the cats and dogs. Well, they had three barn-born Siamese kittens. I took to one of them. It mainly looks Siamese, but I think it has some ally cat in it, since there are faint stripes.
So, I decided to get it. Sure, he isn’t purebred, a cross and such, but it needed a home and it actually caught my attention as well as stirred up fondness. My mom and I reserved him for 25 bucks, got some supplies for our new family member and finished the rest of our errands, which was get sheets, my mom an intimate and me some light weights to strengthen my wrist. We swung by again, my mom filled out a contract for me and we brought the little boy home.
He was tired when we settled him in. My mom kept thinking about his brother, who looked like him, but his back feet both had six toes. A Hemmingway cat, a person called him. They were gone by then, however.
After that it was around two. I was tired and thus took a nap with my new kitten. He finally showed some signs of life around five. I tried feeding him and the like. I made sure he understood the concept of the litter box since he was a barn cat. After that, now that I was certain he was bright eyed and bushy tailed, I gave him a bath since he likely had fleas. He fought and cried. I found fleas of course. I killed seven in the bath and off and on the rest of the evening I got rid of about four more. Hopefully I got all, but if not, I’ll find them tomorrow.
I did some chores in between my time with him, my mom came in the room and we watched TV while she ironed and after that she went to bed. I’ve returned to my room now, situated sleeping places and moved the litter box.
Well, after that I paused to write this. I need to stop now since he is vying for attention. I’ll write more when I have time…
I’ll be so busy now. Bye-bye pastimes.