Monday, July 7, 2014
The post about Kit
Kit came to us in 2007. In May of that year I took in two pregnant cats whom I believed where mother and daughter. Each gave birth to four kittens, and sadly I don't remember who she was actually born to. Mom gave birth first, and her daughter was completely freaked out by the whole thing and was nearly inconsolable until she went into labor the next night. Shortly after everyone was born, they started sharing nursing duties and plopped all of the kittens in one box.
With two cats and eight kittens in my foster room, it was chaos, so when most of the kittens had hit the two and a half pound mark, Kit hadn't. It was suggested I take them all home and wait, but it was just too much work, so I brought just Kit back. Good thing too because it took her weeks to put on weight. During that time she completely wrapped my husband around her little paw, and when it was time for her to go back, he couldn't not face that and after a fairly short discussion, Kit joined our family with the official name of Kit N Kaboodle. We could not call her the baby because it just confused the living daylights out of Twee when we did since she was the baby, so she started out being The Kitten, and hence, Kit..
She has been bonded to my husband, so much so that I might actually be jealous if I were inclined to be so. They snuggle most nights, she NEEDS to be on his chest and purrs into his neck. They have a current standing date to watch American Ninja Warrior each week.. He calls to her when it is time to put it on and she comes running, bounding over the bed and pounce cuddles him.
She is the smallest of our kitties, weighing about seven pounds. She's fluffy, and a tabby with tortie type patches.. She will also often bring toys into the bed. When she was a kitten she used to play fetch with us, but that has become less and less frequent as she got older.