I got a kitten. A few weeks ago, I’d never of thought these words would be coming out of my mouth. I’ve never been a cat person, but for some reason, I had this insane desire suddenly to get a kitten. I sat on the idea for a few months but I found myself constantly looking at pet selling websites and I found myself continuously falling for their little charms of cuteness.
One day whilst browsing, I came across an advert selling mixed breed kittens and there was only one left in the litter waiting for her forever home. Even if she’d been among all of her siblings, I think she’d still of stood out to me – she was beautiful and I knew instantly that I just had to have her.
I’m not going to lie, the breeders I bought her from weren’t the best – despite reading tonnes of material on what to look for when buying a pet and the warning signs that a breeder is dodgy, all common sense went out of the window as soon as I found her. Her breeders had stipulated that she was the only remaining kitten and it would be a case of “first come, first served”. I asked if they could keep her for me until the following morning but they said that they wanted rid of her as soon as possible due to ‘busy schedules’ but if she didn’t go that evening then they would hold her for me. Eventually I managed to rearrange plans and agreed to pick her up that evening so Chris and I dashed to a few pet stores to grab everything we needed for our new arrival. Once the commitment was there, the doubts started creeping in, I kept asking myself “am I making a mistake?”, “what if we don’t bond?” – I knew with such a big commitment that such worries were normal though. I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind – I was a nervous new-fur-parent-to-be, a little wobble surely was to be expected.
After being pestered by the breeders to arrive earlier than agreed (I didn’t! I was busy shopping for her things so arrived two minutes late) but still, they were pestering me to arrive hours before. I had previously asked if I could see the mother cat and they had said that I could if she was around as she was an outdoor cat and may not be available. I knew that this was a big no-no and mother cats should always be available to be seen but my heart was ruling my head and I took her anyway.
As soon as she arrived home, she was such a happy little kitty with a purr that could compete with any fancy engine. It seemed she was happy to be with us and we bonded almost instantly – let’s be honest, it’s pretty hard to not bond with something warm and fluffy who just wants to snuggle in the crook of your neck.
The day after we brought her home, I noticed a few black specks in her fur. As a total fur baby novice, I was a bit confused and gave her a more thorough inspection when I saw something moving and alarm bells really started ringing. Shit, I thought. I scooped her up and had her in her pet carrier quicker than you can say fleas. Chris and I went straight to Pets at Home where they had a veterinary surgery attached and we were able to get some advice. Unfortunately they said they wouldn’t be able to treat her because her breeders had allegedly given her routine flea treatment only 1 week prior and the only thing we could do was pull them out when we saw them and treat our entire flat with a flea spray.
After spending a fortune on fancy house spray, we went home to fuminate every surface. Once the area was treated, we relaxed a bit because the spray is meant to treat an area for up to one year. Luckily for us, we noticed the flea issue within less than 24 hours of her being in our home and were able to treat the issue before it had a chance to spread – although I dread to think what would have happened had we not of noticed the little buggers because her breeders never mentioned a thing (surprise surprise!). Thankfully, her infestation was very mild so I was able to get the majority of the fleas off of her after a bath (which she protested to passionately but it had to be done!).
A week later it was injection time and off we took her to the vets. For a couple of days she had been suffering with diarrhea but it had seemed to be getting better – until the car journey to the vets that is. She doesn’t seem to mind the car and usually falls asleep within a few minutes of listening to the engine but bless her on this occasion she became quite distressed and we soon learnt why when she pooped in her pet carrier all over her snuggly blanket. I felt dreadful and knew that it must have been such an unpleasant experience for her. Not wanting to stink out the vet’s office, I waited outside with her until it was her turn to be called up – despite the situation, I was a very proud Mummy when she was more well behaved than the pups barking their heads off beside us.
Luckily the lovely vet lady saved us and her from an unpleasant trip home by cleaning out her carrier and bagging up her blanket. Little miss was unfortunately too poorly to have her first jab so the vet gave us some worming treatment and asked us to bring her back a week later. Of course giving her the treatment was a challenge – everything with little legs is a bloody challenge, but the little monster was tricked when we hid it in some tuna #mummywins
Finally the poop situation improved and she was ready for her first jab a week later. I’ve learnt that she is very much a drama queen and gets herself into a state over the silliest of things (like nail clipping and brushing her fur) so I wasn’t surprised when she started squarking before the vet had even touched her. The vet commented that she was small for her age and/or quite underweight but the graph showed she had gained 20% of her bodyweight in just one week of being with us which suggested that her breeders hadn’t taken very good care of her. In all honesty, this revelation was not a surprise in the slightest, but it broke our hearts to think that she had been neglected. He said that she was lucky to have come to such a loving home and I knew then that we had made the right decision – even if she had been mistreated and wasn’t in perfect condition when we got her, the most important thing was that she was getting the care she deserved now and we loved her so dearly already. Because she was underweight, the vet couldn’t administor any treatment for the fleas *sigh we thought, we had so much been looking forward to this moment*, but nevermind, we continued to monitor the situation and once again, fumigated our flat from top to bottom.
Little one was booked in for her second and final injection in 3 weeks time. Since then we have kept an eye on her weight and as soon as she hit the minimum weight, we got some decent flea treatment on her so she wouldn’t have to wait two weeks unnecessarily for the vet to do it. Luckily since the treatment, I haven’t seen a single flea on her, nor any sign of them – hooray! She’s been with us just over 3 weeks now and in that time we have fumigated our home 3 times and have hoovered EVERYTHING almost every single day. I think it’s fair to say at this point that we have never done so much hoovering, it’s paid off though because there is no doubt in our mind that the flat is on total flea lock down! She’ll have another treatment in 2 weeks as a precautionery measure and with the weight gain being steady, we’re sure she will be hitting all of her milestones in no time.
Three weeks later and I can firmly say that I am totally a cat person (although will always be a dog one too and will definitely be looking to add four canine paws to my family eventually). Before having her, I never realised how much personality cats had and how loving they can be. I understand why now though, I wasn’t bonded with other people’s cats so why would they come to me and express their friendship – some might, but I understand now why they often would run away. Little miss follows me everywhere and has pretty much became my shadow…sometimes I will leave her outside a room because you know, occasionally I’d like to pee in peace and she’ll either wait patiently on the other side of the door, or she’ll meow like crazy until I come back out. Everytime I come home from being out anywhere, I can’t help but feel excited to see her little happy face waiting for me. There’s something special you know, about someone (other than your boyfriend) being excited that you’re home. We don’t let her sleep with us at night because we’d like children one day and it seems unfair to eventually shut her out because of the baby, so we decided from day one that we’d get her used to sleeping on her own – she doesn’t seem to mind much now and when we get up on a morning she’ll greet us lovingly on the other side of the door and it makes our hearts burst. Sometimes she’ll even come and fetch us if she feels we’ve been asleep for too long – I can’t say it doesn’t make me feel loved, it does! All of my initial worries were unnecessary because she only have been with us a few short weeks, but it feels like a lifetime and I certainly wouldn’t have it any other way.
So everybody, meet Peaches, our loveable and crazy monster kitty. Isn’t she just gorgeous? I’m definitely a biased Mummy but I think she is pretty damn beautiful and I’m sure you can understand why it was simply a case of love at first sight.