I haven't blogged in awhile because on Halloween I met my now companion, Mollie...and she takes up all my free time...and she is a kitten. I met her at one of the families apartment, that I work with. She had followed them home from a box of kittens left outside of the apartment complex. I instantly fell in love with her, not knowing she was even available. The family said they've been feeding her for a few days but that they couldn't afford to keep her. I told them that I'd think about taking her and call them in a few days...well it turned out to be more like an hour. It was love at first time and it felt so right. That sounds like the lyrics to a song...a country song.
I picked her up two days later and a family we became. I grew up with a cat, that was born in my house when I was 12. She's still alive, at 19, but she wasn't the friendliest of cats, not most of the time anyway. She had abandonment issues because her mom wouldn't nurse her much because she was black and white and the other kittens were black, like the mom cat. Mollie, my new kitten's name, spelled with an "ie" because "ie" is always better than "y," is the most sweet, loving kitten I have ever come in contact with. She sleeps on my chest every evening. She greets me at the door. She's not meowing for food and running for her bowl; she just wants to be held and petted. She purrs with love and gratitude. She has instantly become the love of my life, even more so than the cat I grew up with. Mollie is all mine, and I understand why people think cats and dogs are their babies. She's definitely mine. In those 2 days before she even came to live with me, I was nesting and preparing like an expectant Mom. I cleaned, and bought the essentials, and kitty-proofed the house. Her first night here I got up at 4am to check on her and every morning since she's been here, I have woken up earlier for work than usual, just to play with her and set her up for the day with all that she needs. She is currently watching me type this, perplexed at my fingers moving so fast and wanting so badly to pounce on them, but she is being a good girl right now. She got a clean bill of health from the vet; she says she's about 6 weeks old; and I'm loving spending my previously lonely evenings with her. It was hard to leave her for work that first day, and even when I've gone out, I miss her and can't wait to get home to her. It's been a wonderful week with her and I'm looking forward to 19+ more years with her!
The best part of having a kitten: a). having someone that is happy to see me when I get home. b). having a warm loving, albeit tiny body laying on my chest and stroking her feather like fur. c). even though my friends have bailed on me and never have time to hang out with me, my nights are still filled with someone that needs me and loves me and wants to be with me and even follows me around like a puppy dog, (which by the way I'm getting January/February. Yes! Mollie will have a sister puppy, and I shall name her Sadie.) d.) getting even a tiny taste of that affection I need, even if it's just from her sandpaper tongue, nibbles on my nose, gentle stroke of her paw. She likes me to hold her paw or put her head in my hand when she sleeps. Makes it difficult to do anything, I've only got the one other hand and I can't move, but it's worth it!
Mollie loves:
1. ME- not just my heart and soul and spirit I'm sure, but she loves my hair, toes, feet, hands, fingers, nose, lips, ankles and thighs. She loves to bite them, that is.
2. she loves anything dangling- a window cord, iPhone cord, feather toy or curling ribbon.
3. she loves it when I sing. It calmed her in the car on the ride home. She prefers light folksy stuff, acoustic guitar melodies, just like her Momma, but she also comes running to me when I sing her name in Opera.
4. She loves to play, with anything really! She's super curious, sweet, quiet, loving and friendly. She's the perfect match for me.
I realized a few days after I got her that she's probably a Maine Coon, because 3 people commented that she looked like a lion, and she does have that lion's mane look around her neck, and pretty good sized paws for such a young kitten. I've always wanted a Maine Coon...and here she came! And I didn't even go out looking for her. It's few and far between that things I need and want, come into my life without looking or wishing or hoping, but with her, it did! I also realized that I had this magnet on my fridge of a gray kitten with black stripes...had it there for a year or so, and again, here she came! So weird, yet awesome. Knew it was meant to be. She's the best thing to happen to me in a long long time. Very happy to have a love to call my own. She definitely helps fill a void...not completely...she is not that human companion I so long for, but she's definitely a loving, wonderful distraction that still provides me with the love and attention, and feeling of being needed by another living thing, that I've been waiting for for a long long long time.
She's my boo. I sing to her these lyrics: "I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart." And "before you came into my life, I missed you so bad, I missed you so so bad."
She meows back, in agreement ;o)
