Earlier this summer I was feeling a bit nostalgic and I put up my own #throwbackthursday photo on Instagram. It was a picture of Roxy as a kitten. At the time of the picture, she was only two months old and small enough to fit inside of one of my slippers – which is what she is doing. After the initial tbt, I began to think more about Roxy and her adopted brother Remus (who, for the benefit of all, is living the life of a king with a lovely Ukrainian family in Crimea) and how happy she was with a partner in crime. I never intended on making any additions to my home.
Cut to Sunday, August 17th. My roommate and I had just finished looking at a condo for sale in a nicer neighborhood than I live in now. We were being silly and talking about how I would totally get the mortgage approval to pay for the condo when I suggested we make a trip to the Monadnock Humane Society. Just to look at the puppies, right? Totally.
After well over an hour of petting dogs and playing with cats, we came face to face with a tiny black kitten with a very dumb name. She was sleeping in a crate alongside her brother (he had an equally dumb name) and I immediately asked if we could meet the kitten. After taking her into the small room reserved for becoming acquainted with animals, Maleficent (Tiny Devil, for short) had a name and a new home.
I had forgotten how much work kittens actually take. I tried to crate train her and failed miserably. Maleficent has lungs the size of a classically trained opera singer and can use them to her advantage. I tried to enlist Roxy in helping out with the Tiny Devil, but Roxy decided early on that she wanted no part in the raising of a small cat and avoided me at all costs. The easiest parts were when Maleficent got sleepy – she would just curl right up and purr as loudly as possible, preferably in my ear.
Since that first week, things have gotten easier. Maleficent is a bit bigger now and Roxy has taken to actually playing with her. The two are still not best friends and Roxy does avoid her when they are not playing, but I think we’ve taken a step in the right direction. As I write this, Maleficent is sitting on my shoulder purring (loudly) and watching the computer screen. The two cats will eventually be best friends and then I will have a weird little cat family.