The Kitten

Ugh. My girl and I hadn’t lived together very long before she bought home a young kitten. I don’t know what she was thinking. She is a whirlwind. I had just gotten used to living with her when she brought in another cat. A young cat. He was just a little thing. He adored me from the start. And he is every bit a whirlwind as she is…

He was tiny when he had arrived. Just a furball, as my girl had called him. Just a baby. And way too playful. As soon as I had met him, I smacked him on the top of his head to show him I was in charge. He just shook his little head and didn’t protest. He just kept looking up at me.

But I couldn’t stand him. He annoyed me. He wanted to play and cuddle with me. Cuddle? He was a strange little cat. I don’t know where my girl found him. She just brought him home without warning me. He wouldn’t leave me alone no matter what I did. I asserted my dominance and still he kept bothering me. I told him to leave me alone, but as you can see from the pictures, he insisted on cuddling up to me.

Not only did he like to cuddle up to me, he liked to pose. My girl would then take lots of pictures of him. I guess you could call him a model. He loved the attention of course. My girl did catch him in all sorts of shenanigans he would get into all by himself. He never needed me to do all the things he did that she had caught on camera.

He wanted to play all the time. I don’t tend to play. Very rarely will I play with toys. But I do like to wrestle and run around crazily whenever the fairies visit me. I have to keep in shape. It’s the healthy thing for a cat to do. But he was so annoying that I just didn’t want to have anything to do with him at first. I found him more annoying than the fairies. And I’m used to fairies visiting me without any warning.

But he wouldn’t go away. He kept playing and cuddling with me. I tried to hide from him, but no, he’d find me. He thought it was just a game. He just wouldn’t leave me alone no matter what I did. To make matters worse, my girl would encourage him to go after me!

Then, I don’t know what happened. I discovered one day that I liked him. I liked him a lot. I didn’t want to be without him. I didn’t care how much he bothered me. I had someone to wrestle with. Someone closer to my own size. And the little guy looked up to me.

To me! I never had anyone like this in my life before. I had three brothers, but we were equals who were beneath our mother in the order. But for once someone looked up to me for guidance. I could teach someone young and impressible how to be a good upstanding cat like me.

Wait, this sounds just like when I had met my girl and what she did to me… Or even the fairies… She’s proven to me that she’s worthy of my devotion and loyalty. She is a whirlwind. She makes things happen. I’m not lonely anymore with her or this kitten. It does help to have another cat when my girl has to go out and do whatever it is that she does outside our home. But I still miss her when she’s gone too much.

This kitten understood about missing her too. He didn’t like her to be gone any more than I did. Perhaps not exactly in the same way, but he at least understood. We could comfort each other when she was gone for hours most everyday. We could play sometimes. We could wrestle. We could meditate together. We could cuddle to keep from getting too lonely without my girl. It was becoming a good arrangement.

So, I taught the kitten how to be a good, upstanding cat. My girl was bottle feeding him and he learned some unusual habits from her, but he learned all the best cat things from me. I taught him to how to jump and wrestle. I taught him how to hunt. I taught him how to meditate. I didn’t stop with the lessons after he grew up.

But I suppose he was going to grow up someday. It wasn’t such a bad thing. In fact, I’m glad he grew up. Eventually, my girl stopped giving him a bottle and he was able to eat all he needed to without her. But by then, he was absolutely convinced she was his mama. And that was that. As for me, she remained my girl. But there was nothing any of us could do. The kitten Spot believed my girl was his mama.

And she did act like his mama. So, let’s be fair. They were mama and son. I know other humans tried to tell her it wasn’t possible, but they were wrong. Even I wouldn’t question the relationship they have. I don’t think I was ever jealous. I still had what I needed and wanted with both of them. I wasn’t alone. I had a family and they put up with my curmudgeonly ways.

Yep, I was always a curmudgeon. I’m not ashamed of it. I just am particular about everything. My girl seemed to understand and did what she could when I asked or just as soon as I asked. She is so silly, but she loves me and I love her. That’s all that matters.