So why did you pick me? When I walked into that pet store at the end of January where the local Rescued Pets group was showing you off to potential cat staff, why did you cuddle up to me and not let me leave without you? Why didn't you snuggle up to anyone else during that four hour stint of kitty-show-and-tell? Why do you follow me around the house whenever I come in from someplace else? Why are you sitting on my lap right now - half on and half off, leaning against the keyboard shelf. This looks not-so-comfortable.
Did you know that you were needed? Many animals have a funny sense about these things.
Did you know that you were coming to a house that tended to spoil kitties with toys, good nourishing food (for cats) and a warm lap or two to choose from? You've come to the right place.
You must have known that you'd get the second blog, right after an ode to a family favorite. Somehow, you seem to know that we'll figure out what you mean by your squeaks, meows, and other slightly different vocalizations that you've been letting us hear. Maybe you're just playing mind games with us as you bat around krinkly sounding balls, pick them up, move them, and then drop them into your water bowl.
We know you aren't KB and aren't expecting you to take her place. We are sure you won't do many of the things that endeared us to her. Yet, you're finding new ones.
Why did you pick me? Did you see a sucker for a fuzzy face and did we need a little critter who practically melts into my arm when sitting on my lap? Or did you just know we needed your type here?
