Seth and I have been talking about getting a pet since Christmas time, and we decided that a kitten would best fit our lifestyle. And, really I just need a little friend while I'm home by myself during the day. We went to the Cleveland Animal Protection League, a nice shelter in Cleveland, and found Annie. an adorable 4 month old domestic short hair mix. She was the last one of her litter, and it seemed like she really just wanted someone to love her.
But when when the car stopped, she got all still, and we set the box in the living room for a minute and let her out. She lept out of the box, purring enthusiastically and became the most friendly, curious, happy furry thing, I have ever seen. Our house was immediatly her playground.
Annie, just didn't seem like it should be her name. We tried Daisy out, and that didn't stick either. Then I thought of Boo, (from Monsters Inc.) which made Seth think of Scout, from "To Kill A Mockingbird." It was perfect! She is definately a Scout. She is so much like the curious little girl in that story, so that will be her name.
We really need to find a way for her to start liking to scratch her scratching post instead of the furniture. If anyone has any suggestions. We could sure use some help! But she has a great time chasing things like imaginary things, her tail, hair ties, bottle caps, and string. And I can already tell she has a knack for getting into mischief. This morning while I was eating breakfast, she kept on jumping onto the table, I kept putting her on the ground, and then she did it again, and held onto the placemat knocking all my milk onto herself, me, the table, my scriptures, the chair and the floor. She seemed pretty happy lapping the milk up off the floor. We'll have to work on that.
Last night we watch a movie, and she cuddled up with us on the couch, and took a nap while purring loudly the whole time. But then when we wanted to go to bed, she wanted to play. We'll have to figure this one out. It seems as though I am going to have my own furry little alarm clock. She meowed, and meowed, so I let her in our room, and she proceded to walk all over my head, chasing every movement of my sheets, my hair, and everything else. But when I sit down on the big lounge chair for a while, she comes over to the big brown fuzzy blanket she loves, and the following is her routine.