It’s been a long time! Weeks and weeks ago I wrote about how we were hoping to get a cat for the shop, but I guess with the late winter and cold early spring, cats were late in delivering their litters.
But just this morning, we drove off to pick up our little kitten. The name is still to be decided (I took a long time to even name Caleb!), but boy is he a cutie.
Everyone is excited to have him around! The entire Wonder Pens team is cooing at him, Caleb is thrilled, I am in love, and Super can’t get enough sniffing. Jon claims a few early childhood incidents with cats have scarred him for life, but even he can’t resist those deep, sweet blue eyes. I’m swooning.
Caleb has always been pretty good with new animals, coming close and then waiting for them to make the first move, and he’s been great with the new kitty. I’m not too sure where he learned it from, it’s not something that we explicitly taught him, but he loves coming up to new dogs and squatting two or three feet away from them, waiting for them to give him a kiss.
With our newest family member, Caleb has turned into the pinnacle of helpfulness, bringing every new thing we’ve brought home for the cat, to the cat. It’s startling to see how Caleb just “knows” the new stuff is for the cat, even the littler scooper and bags of treats. He’s been holding out things for the kitten to sniff and to see if the cat will go ahead and take a bite.
Unfortunately (for Caleb? the cat? the dog?) the new cat is not quite like Super – when Caleb leans in for a kiss, the cat just looks up at him, there’s no big tongue coming out. When Caleb offers a treat, it’s the same old snout coming in for a taste.
It’s safe to say that Caleb is enjoying the kitten. While the kitten was wandering around the couch and the carpet, Caleb could barely eat lunch for having to keep checking on the little guy.
While trying to convince Caleb to go down for his nap today, the kitten crawled up onto us to snuggle, and it took about four times longer than usual to get Caleb asleep.
We are thinking of Chewbacca, or maybe Chicken for a name, but the weight of naming a creature for the rest of their life! Oh, the pressure.
I have to admit we were all a little worried about Super going crazy, but don’t furry little kittens have a way to bring out the best in us, even big smelly dogs? Maybe it was all the hamster training, but Super didn’t bark even once. He saves that for humans.
Knowing nothing about cats or how to raise them, we still have big hopes for this little one. Super has been a pretty resounding failure at becoming a shop dog (although one can still dream in the late afternoon), mainly due to his barking and jumping, but who doesn’t love a shop cat slinking around your ankles as you browse for stationery and inks?
And it wouldn’t hurt if he could catch a few mice, too.