Interesting post. After our 1 kitten died, we prayed about getting when to get another kitten or cat. That’s how we knew the right time.
Coolidge (1998-2015) – Eel Creek Chronicles
Effie (b. 2014)
Our shy and amazing Coolidge came home with us when he was nine weeks old. We wanted just one kitten, so he was separated from his sister. When I realized how shy Coolidge was—he let me know by hiding in desk drawers, which he did by pushing them open from behind, and then somehow pulling them closed—I regretted separating him from moxie little Sasha, his litter mate and protectress.
The Pet Protectors had rescued a litter of kittens from a feral pride, in a field behind a travel agency. They had named our little kitty Romanov, presumably because he looked like a Russian Blue. We renamed him Coolidge, after the presidential tradition of Garfield, selecting Coolidge among the presidents because he didn’t say much.
When we brought him home, Coolidge made a beeline for cover under the bed. I got down…
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Was it ok to reblog?
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Sure; I just like the copyright info to be included, as Marc does on Katzenworld, so my work is not mistaken for the reblogger’s work.
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