A week ago, Mike gave in to my craving and informed me he bought a littler box and cat food (props for good husband!) That weekend we went to the Humane Society with Collin and looked through the Plexiglas windows at the mewing, mostly sleeping, cats. There were a few that seemed a little too wild. A few that had just a few lives left and then the cutest of the bunch, the kittens. I was a little nervous of them around Collin. He definitely hasn't grasped "gentle" yet. One of the volunteers told us she had a sweet male kitten. He was about 5 months old and a little groggy recovering from surgery.
We agreed to spend some time with him and she brought us a soft gray-blue bundle of fur named Hurley. And he was oh so sweet. With white socks markings. We decided to take the gamble and bring him home. Collin was very excited. His chants interchanged between, "Hurey, "Kitty," and "Cat."
The first few days were a little iffy. Hurley refused to come out from under the couch (except to eat and to use the litter-box thankfully). He was terrified and trembled whenever we approached him. I was convinced he hated us. About three days later he finally let me pet him. And then slowly opened up to Mike. And now he'll even hang out with all of us in the same room. Collin loves to chase Hurley around and try to feed him his food. Hurley mostly ignores Collin, or runs for freedom into the basement. But occasionally he'll let Collin pet him.
He most definitely likes being around his people and is a talker. He will happily let you give him a belly rub and loves resting his chin on my arm. It's nice to have a companion as I work (although it can be irritating when he decides to attack the computer screen or walk on the keyboard).
I hope Collin will grow up with warm memories of Hurley, just like I have with my beloved cat, Moppet. RIP old friend.
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