My son's wee little kitten is six months old this month!! Holy cow, but time flies. She has grown from a wee little kitten into a wee little cat. My hubby affectionately calls her Squeaky because her meow is this timid little baby sound. Her true name is Fluffy. We tried and tried to coax our boy into something a little more original, or interesting but he was adamant. It was going to be Fluffy or Snuggly, because the first time he held her she felt fluffy to him and snuggled down into his lap.
In the days before he knew she was coming to live with us, but still talking about her constantly we played a what if game. What if you had a puppy, what name would you give it? Barky. What about a monkey? Jumpy. What about a cow? Milky. What about a lion? "Eeek!" It was a hoot. For a child who prides himself on his creativity, he's very literal in the naming department...but I'm probably not one to talk: I named my first cat Whiskers.
Fluffy's other nickname is Fluffimus Prime, a nod to our son's current obsession with Transformers. It's been nice having her around. My 12 year old male cat, Moses, has been acting like a kitten again himself at times as he plays with her. After almost two solid weeks of ignoring the new baby in the house, he finally wandered into my son's room where Fluffy kindly shared some of her kitten chow with him. The two have been best buds ever since!
Fluffy has also helped me in my grieving over Booger. The inevitable happened, and though she held out longer than I expected, in mid-September she passed on. I knew it was coming, and thought it would be a relief to her suffering. Even with such preparationg, I was surprised at how upset I became. Booger was my alter ego at times. I envied my kitty her freedom to be a grump, to hiss and express displeasure and make her feelings known. Even in her two year exile to the garage we still had sweet moments together, and it seems strange now to turn off the light out there now that it's pet free. Fluffy's silly antics and innate sweetness make it hard to be sad for too long, though, and I find myself thankful that one pet's illness led us to another new family member.
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