Remember a couple years ago when I went to visit Willow Tree Warmbloods for the weekend and came home with a surprise kitten? Yeah well… oh how the tables have turned.
The SO was not particularly pleased with me when I showed up that day with Grem. At the time we had 3 dogs already, and he had never been much of a fan of cats. Grem was awfully damn cute though, and he quickly warmed up to her. In fact, I came home a couple days later to find him walking around the house with the kitten on his shoulder like a parrot. And now, despite the fact that I literally saved her from likely ending up eaten by a coyote or something, that damn cat likes him more than she likes me. Ingrate. Grem has also managed to single pawedly turn the SO into a complete, total, definitely nutso cat person. Like… he called himself a “Cat Dad” once. I’m still not over it.
He’s been talking about wanting to get another cat for a while. I wasn’t against it, but with everything else going on with the farm and the horses and the tiny house, I didn’t think now was the best time. Mostly because I know that introducing a new cat can be a little tricky sometimes, and I’m not even living at home with them right now.
But I guess last Wednesday when he went into Petco to get food for Grem, the ASPCA was there with adoptable cats and kittens. And there was an all black one, pingponging like an absolute lunatic around his enclosure. The SO had really wanted an all black one, and clearly he’s attracted to crazy since he’s been dating a horse chick for 6 years. This kitten was too much for him to resist. While most people were doing Black Friday shopping, the SO was Black Kitten shopping.
I get a text that night that says “You know how you like cats?” to which I immediately responded with “You got a kitten didn’t you?”. And then I just immediately started getting a flood of pictures of videos of a black kitten bounding around our bedroom like the Tasmanian devil.
I went and met him on Thursday and he is definitely really cute. Really really active, has a lot to say (lord he’s a screamer), and seems to only have two modes: psycho or sleeping.
As of yet the black kitten remains unnamed. We can’t really come to an agreement on that. I think a crazy black cat should have a cool name like HADES GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD or Dementor or Banshee. The SO is over there throwing out names like an 8 year old kid trying to name a black pony… Inky, Blackie, Herman. Blech. It’s bad. I think he looks identical to Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon, but SO wasn’t gonna go for that either.
Grem seemed to feel a little betrayed at first by the new addition, but she’s slowly warming up to her new brother. They’re sharing her cat tower (he took over the penthouse suite, much to her chagrin) and they’ve chased each other around a little bit. I think she’ll actually love him once they settle in. She always wants to play and neither of our elderly dogs want anything to do with that. Or her in general.
Yesterday I got a video of the kitten climbing all over SO’s head, with him giggling like a little kid. I think he’s too far gone, y’all. The cat addiction has taken root.
Welcome to the family, crazy little yet-to-be-named-black-kitten!