Meeker is an eleven-week-old Siamese mix kitten. He joined our family last Saturday.
We’d been talking about getting a kitten for a couple of months, since one of our adult cats died. The remaining adult cat, Lily, seemed happy to be by herself, but it didn’t take long for the kitten talk to start among family members. My son said he wanted to get one for Lily so she wouldn’t be lonely. The hubs mentioned wanting to get a young cat, because we’ve only adopted adult cats before. And maybe Lily would take the kitten under her wing and show him the way.
I doubted that would happen, but the talk continued, so I agreed to explore the possibility. Last Friday, while the boys were at school, we decided to go by the Humane Society “just to see what they have.” That’s always how this stuff goes down, isn’t it?
We saw some cute and friendly adult cats at first. Then we proceeded down a long wall to a room where other cats were. We could see the cats through a window before entering the room, so I looked at them up close. This little white kitten with a head the size of a mandarin orange and little blue eyes looked back at me.
Of course I thought Meeker was cute, but the hubs talked about wanting a long-haired cat, so I didn’t get my hopes up or indicate how cute I really thought Meeker was. But he was the only kitten this young there that day, so we asked to visit with him.
He let us hold him, and he played with the volunteer’s lanyard. He meowed his sweet kitten meow and watched dogs walk by through the large windows. He stretched out on my lap and let me pet him for a few seconds. But the hubs wanted to visit with another cat, so the volunteer put Meeker back into his cage.
While she was retrieving the other cat’s paperwork, I went back to Meeker’s cage to visit some more. He put his front paws on the door and meowed at me, as if asking why we weren’t taking him home. That was all it took.
So he’s been with us for five days now, long enough for him to teach me a few things.
1. Everyone starts at the beginning
Thankfully, Meeker is litter trained. But he doesn’t know anything else, really. He tries to scratch the couch and walk on the dining room table. He’s not being naughty. He’s just new and doesn’t know what he doesn’t know.
2. Don’t be scared of things that are bigger than you
Lily is four times the size of Meeker. The hubs is ninety times bigger. But Meeker has bested them both. Lily runs away from him (more because she’s a pansy than because Meeker is threatening), and the hubs just couldn’t keep hold of him.
Scene: The hubs trying to hold Meeker and keep him from escaping his grasp. Meeker wiggles intently and escapes.
Me: You can’t keep hold of a two-pound kitten?
Him: Not when the two-pound kitten is squirming like that.
3. Playing = anytime fun
Schedules are for losers. Jumping on the boy’s feet while he’s trying to sleep is big time fun. And you don’t need to spend money on toys because hair ties and ping pong balls are the best. Really, all you need is something that moves.
4. Tantrums happen in any species
I took Meeker to the vet on Tuesday for his checkup. I’ve never heard a cat/kitten scream/meow like that. He was LOUD.
5. Napping with a kitten = stress relief
Confession: I haven’t been performing writerly tasks as I should because…well, because this:
I was obviously awake to take that picture, but when he’s sleeping on me, that’s not usually the case. Right after lunch, he’ll climb up and settle in, and what can I do? He’s so sweet and warm, and whatever I’m doing can certainly wait an hour. Plus, I feel super relaxed after we’ve had our naps.
I hope you enjoyed the beginning of Meeker’s story and his lessons. I think he’ll grow up to be a wise cat.