The Babbling Belle

     For any of you that know me, I am a cat person. Thank God, my husband is too. HOWEVER, that does not mean I wanted a house full of cats! One or two is nice, but FOUR?!?! (Eye roll, I mean eyeballs back in the head eye roll!)

     My husband had a cat when we married. I had a cat too, and they are both older. My son got his cat back last year and is barely a year old. So, if you use your fingers to count, that makes three fingers/cats, making you scratch your head about me asking, “What about the four?” Well, my husband rescued a kitten about 3 weeks old the night before we were leaving to go to Chicago. It was so sick. There was snot coming out of his nose and his eyes were matted shut. He seemed very small to me, as well. 

     I started to stress out, because I was completely out of my element. I mean we are lucky that my kid has made it to 11 years old! (Just kidding….I am a great mom! Just don’t ask my son his opinion because he is grounded today!) So, I messaged a dear friend of mine that works at Minter and Moore Vet Clinic. She told me to meet her the next day at the clinic for some meds and lessons on how to care for a kitten. I mean he was so small that his ears were still folded. The poor thing seemed sickly too. 

     So, we changed our travel plans (at my husband’s suggestion, don’t let him try to tell you that it was my idea) and went to the clinic that morning.    

     They got the little feller all fixed up and handed him back to me, telling me good luck, because through the course of the night, (also, my husband’s idea) we were taking the kitten with us to Chicago. (Queue to my eyes bulging out of my head due to this revelation!) 

     Once again, still feeling out of my element, we brought the little guy with us, and you can see some of the pictures online in upcoming social media posts and columns. You can see where he went to Millennium Park, the Bean, and Cosmc’s in Chicago. 

     Needless to say, despite late night and early morning feedings, that reminded me why I only conceived one child, the little kitten began feeling better and perked right up. He will be 7 weeks this week, and I no longer have to use a syringe, or bottle feed him. 

     He has finally figured out how to get off the couch in the living room, so now I feel like I am chasing a toddler all day.    

     Many thanks to God for whoever crated cat pins! It is the best invention since play pins! Don’t judge, my kid …. and kitten are turning out just fine!

     On that note, I am here to announce that we did not drop him off at a no-kill shelter, and are keeping the little furry bundle of joy, and we shall call him “Bambino”. 

     He will join his brothers, the furry ones that is, Ares and McGee. 

     His sister’s name is Tiger Kitty, and she doesn’t like ANY of her brothers, except the human ones, and that is according to what day it is and if she is in the mood. 

     She must think she is a lioness and is princess over a kingdom somewhere by the way she treats all of us, with or without fur. We are merely her servants. 

     Bambino is learning from his sister quickly, because he must go to sleep with me every night.  

     I blame my husband for all of this. 

Until Next Time…..