Both of us have wanted pets for a long time. Whenever it’d come up we’d be like “Aww, I want one but can we do it now?” Early this week I told Michael that I thought we should get one. (He usually pushed a little harder than I did when the subject would come up.) He immediately agreed so we decided that we would go to the animal shelter on Saturday (yesterday) to get a kitten. He had mentioned that maybe we would get two so that they would have a playmate. I kinda ho-hummed the idea because I wasn’t so sure about that.

Saturday came and it was off to the shelter. Their adopting hours for Saturdays were posted as 10 AM to 1 PM so we made sure to leave in plenty of time which was a good thing; this shelter was way out in the seemingly middle of nowhere and took us half an hour to drive to. When we got there, however, we were informed that the shelter was closed that day because of a yard sale that was being done for the benefit of the shelter. While they knew that some puppies had been taken they didn’t know if any kittens had been. Both of us were really disappointed. So we drove to the next town over to see if we could find this yard sale. We did; they had only taken puppies.

Then Michael said that he knew of a pet store not far from where we were. Now, when I think of pet stores I usually think that they have purebred animals and hardly ever have any cats. Then again, I haven’t been to many pet stores and most certainly none like this one. Let’s just say it wasn’t the cleanest place ever but they did have kittens.

We noticed this one when we first walked in. He (we’re pretty sure this one is a boy) was sitting there looking so adorable that we picked him out almost immediately. He’s pretty laid back for the most part. When I gave him his flea bath he took it rather well and really didn’t scratch me up too bad. He loves to climb up on shoulders though and just sit there. Or just sit on the backs of our chairs while we’re sitting in them. We haven’t picked out a name for him just yet.

Remember that I said I was the one who was reluctant to get two? Well… that changed. Michael had said he liked the little black kitten that was in a different cage. He won me over with his argument that they would need a playmate. He’s already named this one Midna (from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess). Boy is she a handful. She did not like her bath one bit; I have more than a few scratches from her. She’s been running around everywhere and playing with everything. Especially hands and cords. Just a minute ago she was in my lap but I had to put her down because every time I moved the mouse she’d grab at it. She also likes to jump. So far this morning she has climbed my pants and up my back as well as jumping from the floor to climb up the back of my chair on several occasions.

Now for one of the best parts: they’re already litter trained. At least, for the most part. When I woke up this morning one of them had left a little mess in the bathroom floor (we’ve decided to keep them there at night, at least for a little while) but other than that no accidents.

I’m sure this isn’t the last of the kittens that I’ll be posting. Now excuse me while I disentangle Midna from my arm and foot; she really does think that they are her playthings.