The time has come… the long awaited post that nobody wants to read because I never shut up about it anyways…
I GOT A KITTY.
She is a domestic short hair, all black, and she is 4 months old and 4 1/2 pounds and I love her. I named her Jazz, or lil J for short (which is actually longer than Jazz, but whatever). Her original name from the shelter was JoJo, which I really liked, but I soon realized that JoJo is actually the name of my ex, but twice, so I did not like it anymore. So it goes.
Anyways, I’ve had her for over a week now. I waited to post about her because there were a few days last week when she was really sick, and I didn’t want to write about her and tell the internet if she wasn’t going to make it. She had a cold, so the vet gave me some antibiotics, which made her throw up all her food. So not only was my cat sneezing, she was also barfing and not eating anything. I was really worried, especially because she is so young. But I stopped giving her the antibiotics, and now she is back to normal (except for a few sniffles).
Now that she’s feeling back to normal and becoming more comfortable in her new home, her personality is beginning to show. She loves to be held, and since I can pick her up and cradle her in one arm, I will often walk about my apartment doing my own thing while she’s perched on my hip in my arm. She follows me around my little apartment, even when I go to the bathroom (she does not like to be locked out of the bathroom, and will sit by the door until I come back). She tried to make a home for herself under my bed, sitting on top of my suitcases, but once I found a new storage spot for those, she no longer likes it under there.
Having a cat around has been really good for my mental health. Living alone has been pretty challenging, especially now that I am no longer in a relationship, and it feels really nice to be able to come home to someone who needs me. Even if she just needs me for food. But she and I will be together for a very long time. Since cats can live up to 16-17 years, she could be alive for my kids to meet, which is a really weird thought. But right now, she’s the only kid I want, don’t worry!