Its been a while since I even pulled my blog up on my computer. As I sit and type right now, its funny, because the newest member of our family is sitting on the arm of the couch watching me type. Actually, she's sleeping. Its so sweet because she's either sitting next to me like shes is now or curled up on the back of the couch behind me. You see, we decided to get my daughter a new kitty for Christmas. It was a last minute decision. I'd seen on a friend's Facebook page, wehre they had some kittens to give away. By the time I'd discussed it with my husband, all the kitties were gone. I was heart broken. Not for just my daughter but for myself. We use to have a big fat white cat that my sister gave us a few years ago. He was just a baby when we got him. I've always wanted a big fluffy kitty. And he was perfect. One big ball of fluff! We tossed names around a lot and we were going to go with Boomer, but went with Stoops instead. Why Stoops? Because my husband is a DIE hard OU fan. My daughter was just beginning to talk when we got the cat, so when she said his name, it didnt come out Stoops...but Poots instead. She'd call him Pootsie or Poops. Turned out the name POOPSIE fit him well. We ended up having to put him outside not long after we got him though. He refused to use his litterbox. He would use the floor instead. I would clean up the mess, move the litterbox and then he'd find a different location to use. I'd had enough. So out he went. He seemed to be more content outside too. He was always a bit moody from the start. And dont ever try to pet him anywhere--except just behind his little ears. Other wise, CHOMP--he'd try to bite ya.
Through the big snow storm we had a few years ago, to the miserable heat 2 summers in a row, he survived outside. But sadly, we discovered he was missing a few months ago. And then about 3 weeks ago, my husband found what was left of the cat, in our back lot. Just a pile of fur and bones. =(
My assumption is that a dog got through the fence from neighbors behind our house.
I miss that grouchy old fat cat. He may be gone, but he won't be forgotten.
And so, thats where the story of the new kitty, CoCo, comes about. She's about 12 weeks old. And she's got a super sweet personality. She was a bit skittish at first when we brought her home but thats understandable. My daughter keeps her in her bedroom with her. We've managed to get her introduced to the dogs. Our big dog, stays outside most of the time and its a good thing, because he'd squish her!
Our little dog..she's pretty curious about her still. She won't hardly leave her alone and insists on pestering Coco to death!
She's a pretty good fit for our family. Im so thankful that my husband found the ad when he did for her. She was already litter box trained and that was a HUGE plus, especially considering the issues with our other cat and his NOT using the litter box. That lil turkey. Its been nice to have a cute curious little kitty around the house-especially one that will play for a while and then settle down and just snooze next to ya.
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