The last few weeks, since Charlie finished his last antibiotic, he has been restless. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself. I think he’s bored.
He wants out more often. He moves from one side of me to the next every little bit. Then to his bed at the end of the couch. Then back again. Each time I have to lift my laptop to let him across.
And he barks at pretty much anything now.
Charlie never learned to play with toys, although there is a big plastic container in my closet full of them.
He never would chew bones, which is probably why he’s down to two teeth.
So I’ve thought about it and thought about it. And I decided that I’m getting him/us a companion. A kitty.
Tomorrow at 11 a.m. we are going there to meet and bring home our kitty. She is 19 weeks old. They say she does well with dogs and is very chatty and affectionate.
She is neutered, chipped and vaccinated.
Below is a photo of her when she was younger. It is the photo I saw on their website…
Below she is just an itty bitty kitten…
Here are a couple of photos they sent me taken when she was a bit older…
And here is a more recent photo…
I have placed an order with Chewy.com, where I get Charlie’s prescription diet food, etc, for things I will need for her. And even though I just placed the order yesterday afternoon, it should be here today.
I have to say I love Chewys. They have excellent customer service. Most of the time I order online, but because I wanted to make sure the order would arrive before Friday, I called and chatted with a young man there.
They’re so nice and accommodating. Whenever I have received dog food cans that had dents, I call them and they put the amount paid back on my bank card.
I think their prices are great too. The shipping is so fast and it’s free over a certain amount. Can’t say enough good things about them.
So keep your fingers crossed for us tomorrow. I haven’t had a kitten in many years. Probably 20 years.
I debated and debated on an adult cat or a young cat or a kitten. But I saw this kitten’s face and fell in love. She is kind of in between. Not a baby kitten, but not an adult.
Charlie will still get to go in the car with me when I’m out and about and not planning to go in anywhere (you know I would never leave him in a car).
Charlie goes out on the patio with me, but the kitty will not. She will be an indoor kitty.
I still sing the little made up song to Charlie at night once the lights are out. After I sing the song, I say: “Night, night, sweetie. Mama loves her Charlie boy.”
I have cleaned out one of my walk-in closets. I will put the litter box, which is entered from the top, on the trunk in the closet. I will leave the door open a bit so she can come and go when she wants.
I have made her a bed in there and will put her food and water in the closet up high. To give her her own space and to separate them at first. I will always have her food and litter box up high so Charlie can’t reach it.
I’m home most of the time, so I can watch them closely. And I’ll separate them when I go out, until they become accustomed to one another.
My heart is still very heavy every time I think of Abi. I look at her photo and I am overcome with emotion. I think most of you animal lovers understand that.
Oh, and I asked them if changing her name would be problematic. They said no. The name Allie is just a bit too close to Abi. I’m afraid I’d go around calling her Abi. Or I’d feel sad because they sound so alike.
The gardener in me wants her name to be Ivy. What do you think?