I have often wondered how someone was able to adopt a new pet shortly after the passing of their longtime and much-loved pet.
And now I know firsthand.
This past Saturday I decided to go back to the place that I adopted Cicero eleven years ago, and then Caesar ten years ago.
I was only going to look, and to see how I felt.
And all I knew was that when I was ready to adopt, I wanted a male kitten that looked nothing like Cicero or Caesar, because I wanted a new experience and I wanted to create a new bond.
Almost everyone wants kittens because they are teeny, tiny and cute.
I wanted a kitten because I wanted many, many, and hopefully many more years than that, before I had to experience the loss of another furry companion.
I spent three hours there with one little kitty, whom I decided to adopt.
#1 It’s a she.
#2 She’s not a kitten, she’s 2 years old.
#3 She’s teeny, tiny and quite a handful.
#4 If curiosity doesn’t kill the cat, I might.
She has no fear.
I just had to go and get her out of the dishwasher that I left open so the dishes could air dry.
There is no inch of my place that she hasn’t tried to get in and out of.
So far she has been successful.
Every place that I feared Caesar might try to squeeze into, she’s been there, freaked me out, and done that.
And then has gone back to do it again.
I named her Kennedy.
I don’t usually give my pets a middle name, but for her I did.
A tribute to my two little dudes that came before her, whom I still love and miss very much.
Her middle name is in parenthesis because it is just for me and her .
Me, so I will never forget Cicero and Caesar.
Her, for when I am trying to stop her from trying to hop into the oven again by yelling out her full name like a parent who is trying to communicate….do it and you are in BIG trouble!!
Please meet, Kennedy (Rose)….