I’ve always been a dog person. Everyone knows this about me. I will even admit to the world that my giant heart has gotten me into some trouble at work. My co-workers and I have found plenty of dogs new homes – and I especially love when it’s with a friend that I can visit often. 🙂
Something I never expected? Falling in love with a kitten. A few months ago I shared the little addition to our family: sweet&small Rory. A teacher at my school spotted a tiny terrified kitten in the school parking lot, and the rest is history.
In my friend, Kiki’s, latest link up, she writes about the strength in sharing details. I’d like to share a few details when it comes to learning to love a kitty.
Rory is a character. It was too easy of a decision to keep her. She was a tiny furball that put a smile on my face…she was just so adorable…and the fact that all she wanted to do was be near me didn’t hurt at all. 🙂
Fast-forward about a month. Cats must age a bit faster than dogs, eh? I feel like Rory worked her way into the “misunderstood” pre-teen stage pretty quickly. It was all, “let me go! ugh, you’re so embarrassing!” – seriously, I bet you 50 lbs of kitty litter that’s what she was thinking. 🙂 But I’m comparable to Lennie from Of Mice and Men: soft/cute things make me “aggressive.” Not in a violent manner…but there’s serious research on the matter! I just could not leave her alone, and have the scars to prove it. I needed to squish her against my chest and nuzzle my face in her super soft fur. At first I didn’t understand – as a dog-person this concept of unrequited love was foreign to me. Why don’t you love me like I love you, Rory?? We definitely went through a rocky period. The only thing that kept my love alive was at night, as I was falling asleep, Rory would jingle into the bedroom and do one of those cat-ninja jumps onto the bed, saunter on over to my head, and curl up in my hair. She’d fall asleep making biscuits, while simultaneously chewing on my hair. CUTEST EVER. And such a tease. Also the ugliest way to wake up. ha!
Currently: We have found a happy medium! Rory loves me and I love her. [Although after taking her to the vet a couple times she might resent me a bit…] I can snatch her up for a quick cuddle or walk around the house and she doesn’t mind! And when she meows after a bit, I concede and release her [see, Aida, I can learn!]. When we play together she doesn’t use her claws, and we still cuddle at night. It’s seriously the best.
I may not be a great writer, or especially talented in describing the little things, but that’s why I prefer photography. I feel like I can express myself better through these photos of Rory Falkor, and the details of her little face and tiny paws. She’s my unexpected sweet little kitten that I love oh-so-much.