Gwen has been asking us for a kitten since she was five — really, since Nala passed away. At some point she latched onto the idea of a new pet and has not let go. I encouraged her to help us take care of the pets we have, and she has, but feeding and watering our elder cats is not the same. They don’t play, and they’re pretty firmly attached to the grownups.
A few weeks ago, Gwen gave us her Christmas wishlist:
It’s obvious she was hanging her hopes on Santa to make her kitten-loving dreams come true.
So maybe it was the giving spirit at work, or maybe Gwen just wore us down, but on Tuesday we picked up this four-month-old fluffball from the humane society.
Meet Ginger:
So far, she’s pretty mellow for a kitten. She loves to snuggle, and she has the loudest purr I’ve ever heard. Her inner ear floofs are On Point and curl around her ears like fluffy halos.
We’re letting her adjust to the rest of the house and its inhabitants slowly. She really wants to be friends with the older cats, and they’re what I would call ambivalently tolerant — so basically, they’re cats.
The next challenge will be introducing her to the dog, but we’re waiting until she’s a bit more confident in her surroundings to do that.
And Gwen? She’s over the moon about her real baby cat. Christmas wish: granted.
