As a bit of a back story, I had put out feelers to all my friends to see if they had a kitten they needed to find a good home for. The criteria included it must be a male, and the person must know the day the kitten was born.
Now I love my friend Sally, but she always wants me to spend money I don't have. She wanted me to go to the Humane Society and buy a kitten for $99.00 (US). I wouldn't spend that much money on a kitten, especially when there are SO many unloved and unwanted ones in the world. She got her two there, and said in the end, you save money because they are neutered or spayed, and get their first shots. Still, I wasn't going to pay that much for a kitten.
Those of you who are long time readers of my blog, know I've wanted a TV for over a year. Mine quit about a year ago and I used my old 14 inch TV in my office for a year. So one day in October, I stopped into Best Buy and checked on computers. The guys in the computer department acted like I was gum caught under their shoe. They were rude, rude, RUDE, and didn't want to even talk to me, since I was more interested in getting prices and other information than I was in pulling out my checkbook. However, in the TV department, I didn't care if they were rude (which they were), because I found the exact TV I was looking for. Yep, this is the box it came in. No whistles, no bells, just a TV. Just what I was looking for. Remember, I'm the low maintenance gal.
Since I was so close to the Humane Society, I thought I would drop in and see what they had in the way of kittens, because Sally told me they were running a special on kittens, but she wasn't sure how long the "special" lasted.
For a total of $9.00 (US), I brought home a kitten that had been neutered, has a chip in his neck so he'll never get lost, has all his shots through the first six months, was sandbox trained, and has been given pills to make sure he has no worms and fleas. They also gave me a cardboard cat carrier. I saved $90.00 and got all the shots and such he needed to start out his life as "Bleubeard in training."
Granted, neither Bleubeard nor I wanted to call him "Bleubeard in training," so we had to come up with a name for him. It took over a month for me to decide on a name for Bleubeard, so I wanted to get this one a name soon.
BTW, that blue collar I gave him, lasted about two weeks before he chewed it off. Once he got home, learned the lay of the land, and felt safe, all that timidness went away. Unfortunately, he and Bleubeard have not bonded as I had hoped they would. In fact, they refuse to be in the same room together, unless it's time to sleep.
So today, I give you Squiggles. As of November 25th when these photos were shot, he was three months and 10 days old.
Note that he likes to drop things in the communal water bowl, which infuriates Bleubeard.
That new collar has lasted longer than the first one, at least.
Before I could change the water, he had found something else to drop in it. I'm not sure Squiggles and Bleubeard will ever bond at this rate.
So much for the TALK, Bleubeard. I'm not sure it was a good idea after all, but we'll both learn to love Squiggles over time, I'm sure. I hope you, too, will learn to love, or at least like, Squiggles as much as you all seem to love Bleubeard.