Last month, we had to put our kitty Esther, 18 years old, to sleep. It was a tough decision, but the right one.
I felt like a fool when I sobbed in front of the people at the veterinary clinic. But she’d been with us sixteen years. That’s a long time.
It was really hard the first days after. I sat in my work (easy) chair with my computer, and I expected her to crawl on my lap. I went upstairs and into our room, and thought I’d hear her announcing she’s hungry. I’d lie in bed at night, and was sure I felt her climbing on to snuggle down by my face.
I thank God for this gift, and I hope I’ll have happy memories for a long time.
But we needed another kitty to love.
A couple weeks ago, we went back to the Animal Protection League, the same place we got Esther sixteen years ago. This time we came home with Eli, (Sarah named him) a seven-month-old black and white kitty with big feet. If you can catch him, he is a soft, sweet bundle with a loud, rattling purr.
That’s not easy to do.
He’s crazy. He runs and jumps and streaks through the house.
The first day he was home, Sarah saw him balanced on his back feet on a window ledge, batting at a moving tree limb on the other side of the window. He’s only knocked down three curtains so far. One of his favorite games is grabbing my hand with all four paws and chewing.
He climbed into an open dresser drawer, crawled behind the drawer into the back of the dresser, and hid. He leaps from the bed to grab at the chain for the ceiling fan.
He likes Caleb and visits his room often, even though Caleb is the one who has the scary dog, also named Esther. Eli and Esther are still figuring out their relationship. Mostly Eli avoids our dog, although Esther did chase him in the basement one day.
Sarah loves him, but she doesn’t want him to get in her room while she’s not there. She has breakable items which he likes to jump around and explore.
She’s smart about this concern. Eli knocked one of my talking clocks on the floor and broke it. I’ve told him if he’d let me catch and love on him more often, I’ll be more likely to forgive him for that.
He’s quite a different character than our precious old-lady kitty, who loved to snuggle and curl up on my lap. But he has brought much pleasure into our home.
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