Before I was diagnosed with Addison's and sick for weeks on end, I decided I needed a kitten to entertain me. After I was diagnosed and started feeling better, I decided I still needed a kitten because life is too short not to get a kitten.
I wanted a short-haired calico kitten. I figured there was no reason not to be picky. But then going to look at kittens and not taking them all home is so very hard ... almost impossible. Have you held a kitten lately or played with one, or had one lick your finger. Kittens make everything better.
After searching the shelters, humane societies, pet stores, etc., Bill finally found a nice lady with a litter of kittens that were ready for homes, three of which were long-hair tortoiseshell kittens. Despite not wanting a long-haired kitten, once the kitten was in my hand, there was no going back.
Plus, look at this face:
Those little doll eyes get me every time. Also, her tiny, puffy self is too much! That's a shoe-box lid she's playing in. So little!
We named her Dali and to her, every waking moment is a party.
She's the sweetest looking kitten that every was. She'll come cuddle my arm and just when my heart melts, she pokes me in the armpit with her baby kitty claws. Then she licks my fingers and prances off to attack my shoe. Watching her play with ... well, everything ... has become one of our favorite pastimes.
She uses the litterbox and eats her little, baby-kitty crunchy food and she attacks everything in the most delightful, kitten way. Even when she's biting my toes, she's the little ray of sunshine we needed this summer.