I have always been a cat-lover, and at some point in our relationship had converted Bradley into being one too. Bradley found Peaches online, where she was advertised as a long-haired, black and white, 8 week-old kitten. He picked her up last Wednesday from owners who had clearly not cared for her very much. She hadn’t had any of her vaccinations, along with no flee or worming treatments. Her eyes were so gunky and infected that after a nap, they sometimes couldn’t open until we cleaned them up. Her nose was runny, and she sneezed every few minutes.
We booked a vets appointment straight away the next morning, where they prescribed her some antibiotics. We have had to give her them orally twice a day for the past 4 days. Since then we have seen her turn into such an active, playful little kitty. Her eyes can open properly – she has the most beautiful, big eyes ever! – and her sneezing has completely stopped.
We have fallen in love with her, despite the fact that she’s wet the bed, the sofa, bitten open her treat bag and ruined the majority of our bed linens with her sharp claws. Even my parents (who were totally against a pet) love her. She wakes up early and watches the Olympics with my dad, occasionally falling asleep on his shoulder and she helps my mum read her Bible every morning, sometimes getting distracted by her necklace. She naps on my lap when I write my devotionals and purrs every time she’s near Bradley.
Not entirely trusting her litter-box abilities, we take her to her kitty box every couple of hours so she can do what she needs to do. The first few nights she slept in mine and Bradley’s bed (making herself comfortable in between us both, of course), but after waking us up every few hours to play, we decided it’s probably best to close our door during bedtime to let her sleep by herself. Last night was the first night she slept without us, and she didn’t complain once! She clawed the door for 5 minutes, and then I’m assuming she made herself comfortable on another bed in the house.
She loves the kitchen, especially when someone is cooking. We have taught her to not jump on the counter (despite her resistance), so instead she sits on the kitchen chairs, playing with the tassels of the cushions.
(this has become her new favourite napping spot too!)
She loves to cuddle, and particularly loves her tummy being stroked. She mistakes fingers and toes for toys and is scared of her own shadow. She doesn’t like any of the toys we bought her, preferring a pen or nail file instead. She gets distracted by anything, and occasionally falls asleep mid-play.
She’s totally the cutest, isn’t she?