So…my ex-wife is crazy cat lady. She found this kitten by the side of the road and her boyfriend has drawn the line at the four cats she already has, and she begged me to take her, and so did my sons.
I resisted, but realized resistance was futile. It’s like if cat cuteness were Borg, we would all be a…
Anyways, kitten is very, very cute. The last cat I had was an awesome orange tabby (imo, the lovingest cats) named Lightning whom died prematurely for unknown reasons. I found him one morning at the bottom of the stairs, dead. We speculated that he fell from the wide and tall bannister in his sleep and broke his neck by mistake.
Fast forward to now, and so I have this kitty. The boys named her “Stormy” in honor of Lightning, not knowing the political implications. So I immediately added “Daniels” to her name, because I thought it was funny and a female kitty has to earn her keep as a porn star, right?
She’s cute as hell and, like most kittens, blown away by her new environment, which she only has to share with us.
My ex is giving her to me on a “trial run”, if I “don’t form a bond with her, I can giver her back”. Yeah right, that ship sailed the moment she came here and with the influence of my sons, whom are desperate to keep her. They’d been asking for a cat forever and I kept telling them no.
Well, now even I have acquiesed to the feline overlords. Sigh. Those boys better live up to their promises to scoop the box, or else…why, I’ll do it, of course!
