A few months ago, as she's longingly petting Ducati and mustering up all the subtlety a five year old can, Miss K began "hinting" that she wanted her own kitten. *heavy sigh* "I wish I could have a kitty just like Ducati." *peek up through eyelashes* Super cute, no?
Hubby and I made a deal with her that when she learned how to read and out a lot of effort into it, we would get her her own kitten. But we had to have a bigger house first. Miracle of miracles, she stopped asking and stopped hinting. And she learned how to sound words out!
To me, out of sight, out of mind. This was a moot point until we moved. Obviously not so much to Hubby as two weeks ago he decided that we should get her a kitten. In my mind I'm going, "But we haven't moved yet! Are you crazy?" I managed to filter my mental ravings into a respectable, "Are you sure?"
He was. Sure that is. So we picked Miss K up from school and whisked her away to the local very who had a couple litters from strays needing homes. Miss K laid down her first criteria, it had to be meowing. She wanted a loud kitten. Criteria two, it had to be a girl. That left one cute kitten, meowing away in the bottom cage, to come home with us.
Meet Princess Fiona. The loud kitten who doesn't have an off switch.
She meows ALL the time. If you make eye contact, she meows. If you walk out of the room without her, she meows. If you sit down, she comes to your feet and meows. If you happen to escape while she's sleeping and then you think about her, she wakes up, finds you, and meows.
She even meows at you when you are sleeping! To the point that a zombie Miss K kicked Fiona out of her room for being too loud.
Seriously, most annoying cat ever. And of course, Hubby is in love with the thing. Figures, right? Pretty sure I'm still going, "But we haven't moved into a bigger house yet!!"
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