She’s classy. She needed a classy name. Her powder white fur and bright blue eyes calls for nothing less than a sophisticated name. She only eats and drinks from ceramic bowls and plates and plays with toys that have a touch of leopard.
Thankfully, she’s not a snob. Nope, contraire to what cat haters think, she is sweet and gentile! She didn’t even scratch me when I gave her a bath! (She had fleas. We solved that problem.)
So I’m happy about this change in my life. After I brought her home, I had a little case of the “new pet regret.” I started to think, “What have I done? There went my independence. I have to watch her all the time. My house is going to be in shreds. She has more energy than I have or could possibly ever muster…”
However, I then started to talk back to myself…it went something like this: “Shea, get a grip. It’s a cat for crying out loud, not a child. You can still have a life. She will be a good companion.” That little pep talk made me feel better.
Then over the weekend, Eleanor and I started to get to know each other. She doesn’t like for me to be out of her sight. I like her best when she is sleeping. She likes to sleep next to my head. I like the fact that I can trust her that she won’t attack me, scratch me, or bite me. I think this is a good beginning to a lifetime together.
So a few thinks about having a kitten that I need to clear up: 1. I am a dog person, too. Just because I have a cat doesn’t mean I prefer them to dogs. 2. I am not a crazy cat lady. 3. Having a cat does not invite future cat related gifts. 4. Don’t worry, I won’t solely talk about her via facebook, wordpress, twitter, phone calls, etc. I refuse to be that person who becomes obsessed with his/her pet and no longer has a life. 5. If I DO start to solely tweet/talk/write about Eleanor, I give you full permission to call me out.