I adopted a kitten today. By adopted I totally mean I found an absolutely adorable and friendly kitten and I brought it home. I went to the house of a woman who runs a shelter here in Cairo with the intention to meet and see if I would like to adopt one of the kittens she has saved. However no matter how cute the puffball was, and oh boy was she cute, she just didn’t capture my heart and I left the apartment thinking of how to word my thanks but no thanks letter.
Leaving the apartment building I was accosted for attention and scratches by a gorgeous gray and cream tabby kitten which, while a street cat, was being nominally cared for by the same woman who runs the shelter. I lost my heart in 2.5 seconds, that record being beaten only by the 2.1 seconds it took for Mr MM to lose his heart, and I brought sweetums home with me. I initially thought it was a boy kitty and I named (him) Zamalek both for the hubster’s favorite soccer team and for the location I found (him) in. I was later told by the vet that she is actually a girl and her name has been changed to Zamaleka and shortened to Zuzu.
She is, having lived with me less than 12 hours at this point, the sweetest cat I have ever seen. I took her to the vet alatool(straightaway) this evening and even while getting painful immunizations she continued to purr in my arms and hide her head against my chest. Instead of being scared of the vet, she rubbed up against his hands even after he administered said painful injections. I’ve lost my heart to a kitten I’ve only had for less than a day, is this usually how it goes?
I went downstairs for a short period of time to chat with the DU crew and when I came up I found Mr MM and Zuzu bonded on the livingroom floor. I was gone all of fifteen minutes and apparently in this time he was able to teach her a trick she refused to show me when he tried to make her do it again.
Already a daddy’s girl. She also then promptly fell asleep with her head on his foot. Yea yea, move over Molly theres a new girl in town.
But neurosis. I’m scared of having some other living creature relying on me. What if I don’t feed her enough or love her enough or do something else that totally ruins her life? I mean, she was a street cat as Mr MM pointed out, I really can’t be worse than that. And I’ve fed her like three times today.
Man, whats it going to be like when I have kids?
I’m freaking this much about a cat?
I will say this though, she is the first pet I’ve ever really had. I had fish when I was younger and a dog when I was very young, but the dog was not something I was responsible for.
This one is all mine. Oh plus Mr MM, he’ll be cleaning the litterbox, even if he doesn’t know it yet. tee hee.