In May of this year, the girl BEGGED me to allow her to get a cat.
Who can hardly say no to a kitten as cute as this.
So, she became a part of our family.
She is the sweetest little thing.
She lets us hold her like a baby, and you can actually rock her to sleep.
I know we all have seen it.
Cat’s shred tp.
No, she takes it with her.
Down the disgusting brown painted hallway, around the basket of dirty clothes.
Down the stairs.
(please forgive all the blurry. I didn’t take this photo)
To make a fluffy nest to sleep on.
Not one square had a hole in it.
So I did what any other
tightwad cheep frugal woman would do. I wound it all back on the roll.
She is bigger now, and yesterday was THE day. The nip and tuck day.
For some time I thought that she was deaf.
She doesn’t come to “here kitty, kitty, kitty” even if I had treats and she didn’t respond to the “no! no! No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” I would say as I chased her town with the squirt bottle.
The vet confirmed that the sweet girl is deaf.
The girl is sad. Kitten can’t hear the girl call her “lov’ems” or “missy-moo” and I feel rather foolish when I still talk to her, but it makes us feel better.