My name is Kelly. and I'm a pet-aholic.
I'm a pet-person. Simple as that. I have always loved animals, especially cats, and have missed a little furball around the house since we had to part with Sammy. It was hard to have a member of the family leave us, but it wasn't safe for our kiddo's, the ones who come first.
So after some research and talking with the pet behaviorist, I decided it was time to become pet owners again. What better time than the Christmas holiday. Hell ... our house isn't busy enough already, why not?!!
I've spent a considerable amount of time talking with Carter about responsibility. If Santa were to bring her a kitty, she would be responsible for feeding him or her. She was "okay with that." So we took the plunge: Santa left a mystery box on our door step around 3:00 today. And she's been in love with her "baby" ever since!
Miss Socially Responsible and her donation of a bag of dog, cat, bird and gerbil food for the Animal Rescue League. It's all about giving back this year!
The box that mysteriously ended up on our door step, labeled "To Carter" with a big bow
With meows coming from the box, and little paws sticking out, she knew exactly what Santa had delivered!
Meet Oliver, Olley for short. He's a little short-haired tiger cat with the personality of a lion! In Carter's words: "He's a stink pot!" Our of pure love and excitement, I have scratches all over me from playing with him all day! Right now, and until he's declawed, he is staying in "his room," the laundry room, and we're coming in to love on him every 15 - 30 minutes.
He's a bit excited to be home, and it spooked Carter at first. So she watched from the washing machine while I played with Oliver for the first couple visits.
Wild little Olley!
Now she won't leave him alone! She adores his little furball! He's her baby, and she's done a great job loving on him and taking care of him so far.
... we'll see what Thursday brings, when he's allowed to roam the house under supervision (and no claws). Wish us luck!
I'm a pet-person. Simple as that. I have always loved animals, especially cats, and have missed a little furball around the house since we had to part with Sammy. It was hard to have a member of the family leave us, but it wasn't safe for our kiddo's, the ones who come first.
So after some research and talking with the pet behaviorist, I decided it was time to become pet owners again. What better time than the Christmas holiday. Hell ... our house isn't busy enough already, why not?!!
I've spent a considerable amount of time talking with Carter about responsibility. If Santa were to bring her a kitty, she would be responsible for feeding him or her. She was "okay with that." So we took the plunge: Santa left a mystery box on our door step around 3:00 today. And she's been in love with her "baby" ever since!
Miss Socially Responsible and her donation of a bag of dog, cat, bird and gerbil food for the Animal Rescue League. It's all about giving back this year!
The box that mysteriously ended up on our door step, labeled "To Carter" with a big bow
With meows coming from the box, and little paws sticking out, she knew exactly what Santa had delivered!
Meet Oliver, Olley for short. He's a little short-haired tiger cat with the personality of a lion! In Carter's words: "He's a stink pot!" Our of pure love and excitement, I have scratches all over me from playing with him all day! Right now, and until he's declawed, he is staying in "his room," the laundry room, and we're coming in to love on him every 15 - 30 minutes.
He's a bit excited to be home, and it spooked Carter at first. So she watched from the washing machine while I played with Oliver for the first couple visits.
Wild little Olley!
Now she won't leave him alone! She adores his little furball! He's her baby, and she's done a great job loving on him and taking care of him so far.
... we'll see what Thursday brings, when he's allowed to roam the house under supervision (and no claws). Wish us luck!
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