It struck me the other day that I’ve posted a couple of pictures of the newest addition to our family on here but haven’t written about her yet. Very remiss of me, especially as I think she’s going to inspire a number of posts with the shenanigans she gets up to. Meet our new kitten, She-Ra!
She’s been with us for about a month now and life hasn’t been quite the same since. The things that Xander can’t reach to damage are now all in danger – the upper parts of the curtains in particular – it’s unwise to walk around barefoot and there is now a tray of poo in the corner.
Kate and I both grew up with cats and met while we were working for Cats Protection, so were always likely to get one at some point. We weren’t planning on adding a four-legged friend to the family quite yet though – that’s plans for you!
Our neighbour’s cat had a litter of kittens and you can guess the rest. She’s named after the 1980s cartoon character. Kate and I thought it was funny while under the influence and it kind of stuck.
She’s settled in very well and is very tolerant of Dylan and Xander who are still very excited to have her living with us. It’s bringing out their caring sides – now and then – and that’s great to see.
Kate is her favourite – well, she’s the one who feeds her most – and despite the fact that she’s showing some alarmingly early signs of becoming a crazy cat lady by insisting we’re her ‘Mummy and Daddy’, all is well. Well almost.
You see, She-Ra seems to have been sent to punish me. I’m not sure what for as I’m a kind and nurturing owner – note: owner, not father – and, having written so much about the subject at said charity, know loads about how to make cats feel welcome in new surroundings.
I let her do her own thing when she wants to be left alone, I make a fuss of her when she’s seeking my attention and carefully stop her doing stupid things that would compromise some of the fabled nine lives. But she doesn’t let me enjoy my hobbies…
If I try to write blog posts, she walks all over the keyboard and attacks the mouse. I suppose I can’t blame her for the latter though. If I have the temerity to watch the football, she gets up in front of the telly and attacks any parts of the screen in which there’s movement. Then there’s the ultimate insult… my sacred Xbox time.
I just got myself FIFA15 and was really looking forward to playing it. Thinking she’d go for it like the real football on the idiot box, I spent ages messing about with my line-up, tactics and transfers. She nodded off. Marvellous. I turned the volume right down and started my first match. Within 30 seconds, she was in her usual place, bopping the screen and causing me to fall to an embarrassing debut defeat to weaker opposition.
Let the battle of man Vs kitten commence!