“Hai. I’m Scout. I’m kewt. An fistee”
Okay, I’m terrible at Lolz.
But yes. This is Scout. She is our new little kitten. And we love her. Despite the fact that her new favorite game involves attacking feet and ankles at every opportunity. I’m hoping she grows out of that. Right?
This is the only awake picture I have of her. She is a very active little thing.
But she does eventually tire herself out. And then she’s all snuggly. And makes cute faces while she sleeps.
I guess I should back up to how in the world we ended up with a kitten since not all the long ago I wrote about deciding to wait for a pet.
Well, that obviously didn’t happen.
You see, I was discussing advertisements in class. We were talking about how advertisers appeal to emotions. I used the example of the ASPCA ads with the Sarah McLaughlin song in the background. I made a huge dork out of myself saying that it makes me tear up seeing all those sweet little animals in tiny cages and blah blah blah. Hey, sometimes it helps to make yourself look silly. Kids like it.
So on Friday, one of my students approached me because his friend had a kitten in the dorms, but got caught with it and had to get rid of it.
I was torn. I obviously needed to talk to Mr. A, but figured he would say no, so I told the student no, but if he didn’t find anyone over the weekend to let me know on Monday.
Of course it was all I could think about.
Eventually, I brought it up to Mr. A while we were driving to Mville for the weekend. He was really receptive and I told him that we didn’t even have to keep it, but he and I would be in a better position to find a good home for the kitten than 2 college freshmen who are in a rush to get rid of it. He agreed.
And then he said that really, we would never let the kitten go. Squeeee.
I was so flipping excited.
So I e-mailed the student on Saturday night and then proceeded to check my email every 20 minutes. Like a crazy
cat lady person.
Nothing. Nothing Saturday. Or Sunday. Or even Monday morning.
I figured he found someone and just didn’t want to tell me.
I was ready for it.
He came into class and never acted like he knew anything. So when he came up to my desk to ask me a question about the homework, I asked him if they had found someone for the kitten. And wouldn’t you know, they hadn’t!
In the most excited 12 year old girl voice I said, “We’ll take it!!”
Again, dorky me is coming out.
He seemed excited to no longer be hiding a kitten, but also seemed to think we would be a good home for it. He would be done at 11, so we arranged for me to meet him in front of his dorm at 11:30 that day.
That mean that when I got out of teaching class at 10, then I would be the proud owner of a kitten in an hour and a half. Which meant that I had to go buy a few things. And since Mr. A and I have never owned a cat, there was a lot of very quick Googling “first day with a kitten”.
Yes. I actually googled that. Whatever. You would have done the same.
Mr. A and I drove to the dorm and since I didn’t know which of the 27 doors he would be at, I started walking around the building
like a creeper. He and his friends walked out with the kitten in a carrier and a box full of her things. I guess they got her from another girl, so they gave me everything they had for her, which was nice because then she would have some things that were familiar in a very new place.
The boys were so sweet. Her actual owner said good bye and looked like he was getting choked up. I felt awful, but I also knew a kitty deserved more than a life of being hidden in a dorm room.
Her first day here went well. She was a little timid, but very quickly got over that. We are keeping her in the bathroom while we aren’t home and while we sleep just because she is so small. And she could very easily hide in very small spaces. Have I mentioned she weighs no more than 2 pounds?! Yeah. Tiny. We’re thinking 8 weeks.
“Mom, I’m napping! The flash is so bright! They can see pictures of me later.”
I shall pause for squeees…
We named her Scout, from To Kill a Mockingbird and the name fits her personality to a T. She’s been very adventurous today and has decided that her new favorite game is to hide under the bed, and while I’m folding and putting clothes away, she will attack my feet and then run back under the bed. She’s a spunky one.
We really don’t know much about raising a kitten, but thanks to some awesome online friends and my new grad school friends with cats, everyone is giving us wonderful advice. Scout says thank you.
Basically, I could just keep writing about her and her cuteness and the funny things she does and the fact that she doesn’t quite have her balance so when she runs down the stairs, she gets too much momentum and ends up tumbling.
I could tell you all of that but I won’t.
For now at least.
But be ready for kitty to make an appearance on the blog via a vlog soon. Maybe she will do her super adorable squeak.
And I have become the stereotypical English woman with a cat. I just need to quit while I’m ahead.