A have a new man in my life. Don’t worry, George and I are still together and having a wonderful time.
This new addition comes in the furry variety, a four month old brown tabby that I adopted from a shelter on Sunday. And what a handsome, sweet thing he is -except for this morning when he was going for a thread and ended up drawing some blood from my arm. But it’s not his fault, he was just playing, my arm got in the way…and it’s actually only the second scratch I’ve gotten.
I think they forgot to install a muffler on this little guy because he sure can purr loud. My little munchkin loves to cuddle beside my head at night and has discovered he can meow and is taking full advanage of me not understanding what each meow means and has me running to see if he’s alright. Now, if this was a human child, I’d just tell it to shut the hell up but I don’t speak cat, hence why the kitten wins.
I hope all of my two regular readers have a fabulous New Year!
I’ll update you all on my upcoming trip to Spain.
Coming from someone who has adopted 4 furry rascals, I say: congrats! Sure, trying to eat something without felinte intervention can get on your nerves, but the purring is just pure bliss. Happy 2009, lonely cg
Thanks. And he’s a saint. I just have to act tough because I grew up in a dog loving family. Can’t let anyone think I’ve gone soft.
I love the little bugger. Except last night when I just wanted sleep to cure my hangover and he decided I was his personal playground. Nah, I loved him then too.
oh my gosh, I was saying “awww” so much as you described the muffler-free purring….so cute! My cat is nine years old now, but he still winds up purring on my head at 5am so I can walk all the way downstairs and give him breakfast…haha…my baby
Happy New Year to you too!