Nick and I were going to pet store after pet store trying to find the perfect playmate/sister/girlfriend for Kitsch. Actually, we started looking for a brother/boyfriend. I've had boy cats most of my life and they tend to be better about not messing in the house or scratching the furniture, etc. Anyway, every pet store we visited I found a kitten that I wanted to bring home, but we always decided against it for whatever reason.
Last week, while visiting my mother, we ran to the local pet store to see what they had and we met a cute, black kitten. She was super scrawny. All of the other kittens were twice her size, and they were mostly the same age (according to the girl behind the counter). We figured she was the runt of the litter. We laughed at her a bit and fawned over her cuteness. Then, we left.
Two days ago, I went back to the pet store and the little, black kitten was still there. She was surrounded by new kittens, who were still twice her size. I asked to hold her. Once I did, I couldn't put her down. So, impulsively, I brought her home.
Nick couldn't be happier. He was in love with her the first day we met her. (I'm still not sure why we didn't just take her home then).
At first, Kitsch was not having any of it. He was pissed that we would even consider bringing another animal into his domain. He growled and hissed like I've never seen before. And let me tell you, he looks pretty evil while he's hissing. I think it's the "no hair" thing.
After two nights, Kitsch now accepts his companion. He's still a bit unsure, but for the most part he's pretty content.
The problem now is that he wants to play with her too much. He gets a little over-excited and starts to bite her way too hard. She's so so so small and just sits there and mews. But, when he leaves her alone, she chases him and starts the whole cycle over again. I'm hoping Kitsch will learn to be gentler in his play tactics.
We decided to name the new kitten "Face." For one, we thought it was a cute name. Second, she has a cute, little face (as you can see in the very funny picture of her at the top of this post). She has quite the personality. She was not scared of Kitsch for one moment, even while he hissed and growled. And, she took to the house like a trooper. She hasn't tried to hide at all. She sleeps wherever she wants and goes wherever she wants. She's also very fearless. If she wants to get somewhere, she goes for it, no matter where it is. She is too small to jump to very high places, but she will climb in order to get where she needs to go. Exhibit one:
She actually climbs us. If she wants held and we are busy, she will climb up our clothes and onto our shoulders. I love that now, but we'll have to break her of that before she gets too big. Ouch.