Today I picked up my shiny new ktty from the stables and brought it home. They were anxious for me to pick him up, since yesterday, he dissapearred and they had to spend over an hour scouring the countryside for him. Apparently, he's been managing to get outside of his little safe room (safe from the horses, dogs, etc.) to explore, since he's a really inquisitive one.His sisters generally just sat back and watched, wondering what he was doing. Anyway, yesterday, when he went exploring, he followed his mom to a hay shed, and couldn't find his way back, so he dug himself into a bail of hay, and hid there until someone finally came accross him. The owner of the stables was nt pleased, and wanted him out of tghere quick fast and in a hurry. As I left, i petted his sisters goodbye and left, my shiny new kitten in my arms. At first, he was quite excited, but as I left the barn and walked towards my car he became steadily more anxious and outspoken.He cried for a few miles as we drove down the road, and hid underneath my seat in the car. I felt/feel so terrible for being the first to start the seperation process with those kittens. I know kittens are generally playful with their brothers and sisters, but these three seemed particularaly close, and I had hoped to be the last to take one home, so as to not be the cause of their kitten angst.
Finally, after about 6 miles or so, he climbed out from under my seat and looked up at me with sad but inquisitive eyes. I welcomed him to my lap, where he slep until i reached my sisters to pick up his litter box and a carrying kennel. From there, I decided the kennel wasn't really necessary, so i let him sleep on my lap again as we made our way to target to get kitten supplies, except this time, he decided that as i was petting him, he would lean back farther and farther into my hand, until the only thing keeping him on the car seat was my hand. So there I sat, one hand on the wheel, and the other, between my legs, holding the kitten.
Upon arrival to Target, he slipped underneath the driverseat again and fell asleep, awaiting my return. We went home, him climbing my shirt, looking for yet more attention, and I brought him inside, along with all of his supplies. I gave him his collar, he gorged himself on food, explored half of the place with incredible care and silence, and slept the rest of the day. right now, he's sleeping on my lap after I wiped off the back of his neck from the excess flea repellant I spilled on him. I feel badly that I have to pick him up now so I can go to class.
After much thought, i've decided to stick with the name Saber. My nieces already know his pictures by that name, and something about it just seems to work for him. The other name suggestions give to me were excellent, and I'll most likely have other pets, and choose from that list, but this one remains Saber.
Now for the breaking him in phase...
CK
P.S. I like Latinas...
....And apparently Asian ladies as well...
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