So there I was....Thursday. I was having my lunch, minding my own business when I received a text message from my sister, Amy:
"This kitten needs a home."
Accompanying the text was a photo of said kitten. Fluffy gray darling little thing.
It seems that a woman brought a litter of 8 week old kittens into the veterinary clinic where Amy works. She witnessed someone throwing them out of their truck, wrapped in a blanket, onto the side of the road and then driving off. Before this woman could get to the kittens to save them, two of them wandered out into the street and were hit by cars. But she grabbed the rest of the kittens and brought them to the clinic, where the staff was attempting to find homes for them.
It's been just over a month since we lost Lucy, and Nick and I had decided that we weren't going to get any more pets for a while. We are still so heart broken over our loss. We have Snoopy and Marbles and they are good, loving members of our family. So when I received the text from my sister, despite wanting to help, my first instinct was that it was way too soon.
On Friday Amy told me that they had found homes for all but one of the kittens, a gray female tabby. I was relieved and was feeling significantly less guilty. They'll find a home for that last one...I don't need to worry. So since I pass her clinic on the way home from work, I figured I'd stop in, bring her a coffee, and have a peek at the kitty. Just for fun. I had zero intentions of bringing her home with me.
Meet Penny.
That's right. I was a fool to think that I could look a homeless kitten in the face and not completely die from heart failure. Which I did. And before I knew it, I was on my way home with a new member of our family.
I must admit that on the way home, I was having second thoughts. In addition to wondering what the hell Nick was going to say, my heart still has not healed from the loss of Lucy and I felt like it was really too soon. This was very impulsive and I felt pangs of guilt that another kitty is taking Lucy's spot which, quite frankly, is a hole that can never be filled.
But I know that I am not replacing Lucy. She can never be replaced. And after spending the past two days with Penny, we are completely smitten. Her spunk and playfulness has already brought us lots of laughter and smiles. She follows us around and attacks our feet and all the kitty toys are out and being played with again.
She is so tiny...fits in the palms of both hands...but she has a lion-sized attitude. Her head is slightly big for her neck, which makes her more wobbly than the average kitten, and cuter to boot. And don't even get me started on her little mews. Precious.
She has already made herself more or less at home and is very keen on investigating every little inch. Marbles, as per usual, is at ease with this new presence. Snoopy on the other hand....well, he needs some time to think it over.
And Nick? Well, I'm not murdered if that is any indication. In fact, I think he's rather smitten with her as well.
So welcome to our family, Penny!
I look forward to the fun, love and mischief that is to come.
After the storm subsided, I went out on the deck to breath in the scent of the freshly fallen rain and to enjoy this beautiful sunset.
