When we adopted Wicket, his age put his birthday in early April. Since he's a complete buffoon, we decided his birthday is on April Fool's Day. We adopted him because after our dog, Cassie, went to live with my parents, Momo decided he had nothing better to do than walk around the house all day screaming at the top of his lungs. That is, of course, when he wasn't wrapped around my leg and refusing to let go. Since Momo apparently has issues about being alone and I was nearly ready to kick him hard enough to turn him into my slipper, we decided we could either get another cat to keep Momo company or push Momo out the window to see if he could fly.
Enter Wicket. He didn't really interact with us the first five or six months we had him. Now he loves us, though. Well, he loves our feet. Whenever we're standing in the kitchen doing dishes or preparing food, he shoots across the apartment to flop on the kitchen floor and make trilling noises while he rolls back and forth across our feet. It would be creepy if it wasn't so cute. Or maybe it would be cute if it wasn't so creepy.
He started out as a timid little biter, but Wicket is turning into a very nice cat in just a year. I am told, however, that we have many more years of pet ownership ahead of us. See, my tearful and passionate pleas for a kitten were denied all while growing up, and as a result I know nothing about cats. We adopted two of them before Ryan said something like, "Well, it's good I like them because they're going to be here for another twenty years." And I laughed and laughed and laughed. Then I realized Ryan wasn't laughing. Apparently these cat things live for a hundred years, like tortises. Ryan is still amazed that I earned a degree in mathematics and didn't know the lifespan of a cat, but I DIDN'T MAJOR IN CATOLOGY, NOW DID I. My hope is to time it right so that my children will move out of the house at the same time the cats are getting feeble and require things like pills twice daily or anti-fungal cream rubbed at the base of their tails. The logic behind it is that children are stupid and become easily attached, so when they are standing on the porch, car packed up for college, saying sadly say how much they will miss the cats, I will push the cats into their arms and then dash inside and lock the door.
Awww A year already! Cute story and pics! My oldest cat is 16 and still going strong. We got her when i was 14 almost 15 and I took her when I went off to college. Just think though, you could have a parrot which you could leave in your will to your grandchildren because they live so long! lol!
Posted by: Em | 2009.04.01 at 10:27 PM