Typically narcissistic blogging.

Monster

Last month I lost my best furry friend, Thumper. He was pretty much everything to me, so his passing was heartbreakingly difficult. When the vet took him from my arms one last time, she begged me to consider getting another cat someday. In the moment, I couldn’t imagine loving another cat, but I acknowledged that, maybe after an extensive amount of time to grieve and heal, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

And then I spent a few days at home. 

And it was quiet. Too quiet.

There was no sound of paws padding across the hardwood floor. There was no cat waiting at or near the front door for me to walk in at the end of my day. There was no critter to tell me that there was insufficient food in his dish, or too much poo in his litter box. There were no cuddles, no nuzzles under my chin, no paws to hold, no motorboat purrs.

I started losing my mind almost immediately. I am a person who needs a critter to love and care for; it’s an integral part of who I am.

So, a few days later I walked into San Francisco Animal Care and Control and met some cats. I wasn’t expecting immediate results, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to visit with some animals and give them some play time and love.

I met several kittens that day. They were all adorable. I wasn’t feeling terribly well, and I was a little overwhelmed by all of the animals. Being who I am, I felt immediately guilty for not being able to give all of them homes. And I did not connect well with any of the kittens I had met. So I was ready to go home, when the volunteer who was helping me pointed out a slightly older black kitten. “What about this one?”

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SPOILER: I TOOK THAT ONE HOME

I shrugged. Well, if nothing else, he matched my wardrobe. So I allowed her to usher us both into the get-to-know-you room and sat down on the floor as she came in with the carrier box. She opened the top. And I knew somewhere between 45 and 60 seconds that this was my cat.

Unlike the rest of the kittens she had brought in for me, he needed no help getting out of the box. He hopped right out and strutted about the room1, tail straight up, full of fucking swag. He cased the room, and then checked me out. When I reached for a toy, my foot shifted and he pounced on it. When I grabbed him, he didn’t object, and when I flipped him onto his back and rubbed his belly he merely grabbed my hand with both of his paws and purred.

When I was finally able to pick him up from the shelter (thank you, Tristan!), it was pretty clear that he knew I was his human, too. The cuddles were immediate, and he followed me from room to room. That first night, as I lay in bed, he curled up beside me, wrapped his paws around my arm, and purred, occasionally stretching to lick my nose.

It was as if he knew how badly I needed those cuddles.

So now I have this kitten. He is made of love and purrs and headbutts and a willingness to burrow under my chin and a love of hugging my hand when I pet his belly and of gently tapping me on the face to get my attention at 5am.

To paraphrase my friend Valerie, nothing will fill the Thumper-shaped hole in my heart, but having this little guy curl up in it is a huge comfort. 

Also, he does this:

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I love my Monster. 

(For hot and cold running pics of an adorable kitten, you can follow me on Instagram.)

 

8 responses

  1. Sorry to hear about thumper. But monster is super cute! :)

    August 6, 2014 at 6:18 am

    • Thank you, and isn’t he? He’s a cuddly little beast. :)

      August 6, 2014 at 7:11 pm

      • Haha :). Sounds a lot like my Nubia

        August 7, 2014 at 12:01 am

  2. squadtratomagico

    Oh, he’s a charmer! Glad you opened up space for a new kitty in your life. It will be a different relationship than the one you had with Thumper, with its own charms and heart-melts.

    August 6, 2014 at 7:54 am

    • Indeed. Since I couldn’t have a Thumper forever, I am glad to be able to experience this little guy. He’s pretty wonderful.

      August 6, 2014 at 7:12 pm

  3. Auros

    What gorgeous eyes! The flomped-out pic reminds me of my Hoshi when she was itty-bitty. (Seen here in a very similar dead-to-the-world pose.)

    August 7, 2014 at 3:52 am

    • Cute. Yeah, his eyes are striking. He’s just this perfect little guy.

      August 7, 2014 at 8:25 am

  4. Oh gosh. He is absolutely swoony.

    August 7, 2014 at 5:29 pm

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