A week after Franny passed I had the itch to get a kitten. I was never a cat person before taking in Franny and if I hadn’t taken her in, I probably would never have been.
I was always slightly proud of being a dog person and thought it sounded more butch. I would take pride in my lack of feline love but now I left that by the wayside and I’m in danger of becoming that character at home reading and knitting on a Sunday with 1 dog, 5 cats, and the NY Times.
I’ve never had a kitten and was not sure of what to do when I got one. I adopted a grey Persian and have named her Winnie after my grandmother, Winifred. She is 5 months old and super shy but also confident. I have heard that it takes awhile for the shyness to go so I’ve let her acclimate in her own room for a week.
She was potty trained instantly which seems like a miracle compared to a puppy.
Habibi is itching to play with her but we will see how it goes. He is still trying to wrap his head around the fact that she doesn’t want to play with his toys.