I admit it – I’m a sucker. Many of you read with sympathy my recent stories of Martini and her battle with alimentary lymphoma. Many of you had very kind words when I made the decision to end her suffering on March 1, 2013. Maybe some of you have tears in your eyes reading this (like I do writing this).
So when my horse’s vet told me he had kittens – one little girl who had been abandoned at a farm – I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist even though I tried. I told him I would ask around. I told him I thought two cats was perfect for me now that Martini was gone. That lasted about a week, until Gordon emailed me a photo. I showed Jon. He told me that it was up to me, but that if I wanted a new kitten, he would be okay with that. That’s his way of saying he thought I should get her.
So on April 21st, my mom and I drove out to the vet to see her. And hold her and pet her. And bring her home. She’s about 6 months old, and she’s cute and friendly and playful. And the boys are fine with her – maybe not thrilled, but fine (after Oliver hid under the bed for three hours once I brought her home).
So there’s a new life in the house now. Adding some noise and energy and laughter. She loves her feather on a string toy – Oliver does too. She loves to sit with Jon. She loves to attack your toes under the covers at 5:30 in the morning. Her name is Coraline.