Unlike Martin. He hunts when the mood hits. In fact we're not sure if he just doesn't pick up mice that have died of natural causes and bring them home for credit.
With all that has happened Ed suggested that after Christmas we go to the shelter and pick up a kitten. So on saturday we went to the shelter and got this little love:
|We named her Peach.|
She was quite vocal in the cage and as soon as I picked her up she began to purr.
|I love kitten toes|
We brought 'her' home and she immediately imprinted on me.
Today I got a call from the Shelter. Turns out that we brought home a boy cat. Oops. I sent Ed a text. I also said that it's too late to return 'her/him'. All he said was, 'fine. I hope that he likes to hunt because we're not getting a third cat. So we need a new name.
Since we got him she has been stuck on me like a little burr. For the first time in a while I found myself laughing out loud at his kitten antics. His purrs are like little warm vibrations wrapping around my heart.