Since bringing Geronimo (who has since been referred to as several things, including: Meemo, Nimo, Beggar Butt, Big Mouth, Shredder, Freddy Krueger, Ouch Dammit, and Little Shit just to name a few...), home, there are several things we've discovered about having a kitten around the house that we had either forgotten or never knew in the first place.
This gorgeous kitten, whose deep blue eyes and full-bodied purrs can instantly make you forget that your house looks like a bomb hit it, that you have 12 loads of laundry to wash/fold/sort, bills to pay, or a nervous breakdown to have...
...can also be a rather, um, well errrr, a rather, well, a helpful soul...of sorts.
That is, until he decides that he doesn't like what you've written and wants editorial control over content!
About that being "helpful" stuff, well sometimes it's more nuisance than help...
He loves to play muse when you have writers-block...
That is, until he decides that he doesn't like what you've written and wants editorial control over content!
About that being "helpful" stuff, well sometimes it's more nuisance than help...
Geronimo has also, rather unilaterally, decided he wants a say in the interior design of the house, in particular my knick knacks and ships - which I'm rather fond of!
It's days like this when I think we'd have been better off naming him Godzilla!
Caught in the act! Right as he was about to swipe that yacht off the shelf, I snapped his picture! Stinker!
It's days like this when I think we'd have been better off naming him Godzilla!
Caught in the act! Right as he was about to swipe that yacht off the shelf, I snapped his picture! Stinker!
Nom nom nom nom...
Despite the demasted ships, the chewed ankles, the stolen bits of a meal filched by tiny claws off of our dinner plates, pounce and bite attacks in the middle of the night that have left both the hubby and I swearing at the tiny body who sits in between us in bed and purrs in utter content (he's probably really laughing hysterically to himself about waking us up for the millionth time!), and the posts I've had to rewrite because a certain blue-eyed furry someone has stomped all over the keyboard and erased everything I was attempting to say, there is something, some little thing that having a kitten, some aspect of happiness and joy, they don't tell you about, when you bring your new ball of fluff home.
They don't tell you that all the stress just melts away as you cuddle together with this new member of your family...
They don't tell you that all the stress just melts away as you cuddle together with this new member of your family...
They don't tell you about how, after you've just spent an hour pouring over photos of the long lost boy-child you buried nearly 19 years ago who would have been 21 in just mere days; as the tears roll down your cheeks and onto the floor, that this tiny little kitten will sense your moment of need and hop into your lap, crawl up onto your shoulder and lean into you as he rubs his cheek against your own...his soft furr against your skin a reminder of the softer, gentler things in life when the harsh realities seem too much to bear. He offers up silly antics as means of putting a smile on your face and is a constant reminder that all is not lost, despite whatever mess needs to be cleaned up - emotional or physical.
And they certainly never tell you, once you bring this little ball of sunshine into your life, that he'd love nothing more than to curl up with your 3 year old and watch a cartoon about a dog, and be perfectly content to just lay there next to her and let her soak up the happiness and joy that this small creature has brought into your home.
And they certainly never tell you, once you bring this little ball of sunshine into your life, that he'd love nothing more than to curl up with your 3 year old and watch a cartoon about a dog, and be perfectly content to just lay there next to her and let her soak up the happiness and joy that this small creature has brought into your home.
