Obviously, I had to e-mail them. I asked how old he was and if he used the litterbox. He was 8 weeks and used it, which basically means I needed this kitten. I made a time to go over with Hubs, and then we met him. Guys...... he was perfect. He looked healthy, happy, and fuzzy. Even the mom looked big, healthy and beautiful. The family had found the mom wandering outside right around Christmas, and then on new years she started having kittens. He hadn't been to the vet yet, but I didn't care, I needed him.
First things first, he needed to see the vet before he could meet Puma. I loved her first, and I didn't want her to get worms or feline leukemia from what I knew she'd see as an intruder. It seemed wrong. For the meantime, he was locked into the guest room, where he had a big air mattress, lots of blankets and toys, food, water, and a litterbox.
We named him Bear Grylls and introduced him to everyone via Skype and FaceTime. The next day we took him to the vet. He is in perfect health, and he was only 1.8 pounds! Somehow we got out of there for only $86, including bloodwork for the feline leukemia, first shots, deworming, and a huge bag of free swag. I love them, and they're who I'll be taking Puma to in September.
It was also our anniversary that day, so we got home from the vet, made ourselves a big dinner of steak, orzo, and green beans paired with a fantastic Bordeaux we bought on our honeymoon in France. For dessert, we had massive servings of ice cream, fancy French champagne we got from our French friend Remi, and strawberries. Our version of romance is sitting in our PJ's and watching Jeopardy. I couldn't have asked for anything more.
Oh, you want to see the kitten?
Fine.
ISN'T HE SO CUTE YOU COULD DIE!?
Him with Hubs.
He slept on Shannon the entire time she came to visit, which I'll blog about later, but OMFG SO CUTE.
Sleepin
So that's pretty much it!
Lovin on Bear Grylls like a boss.
I miss having him to cuddle with
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