Skeeter - in her first month home....Speaking of "the new kitten", about four years after we adopted Crickit, my other cat, Sneekers, passed away at the age of 17. It was very hard- she was, i think, the sweetest and prettiest cat i ever owned (more on her later). My husband didn't feel like going out and getting a new pet right away after that, but although i missed her terribly, i thought it would be better to bring another kitty home as soon as possible. As a result, i waited longer than i wanted to, and Crickit became used to being the "only child" in a hurry! After looking at shelters and the newspaper, i ended up adopting a tiny female calico (calicos are almost always girls!) kitten. When i brought her home, Crickit looked at the kitten, gave us both a betrayed look , hissed, and ran off! It took her a full six months to calm down about that - plus Skeeter, being a typical kitten, would happily chase, torment, and tackle Crickit, no matter how much she growled and hissed. It's been another four years, and unfortunately Skeeter hasn't slowed down at all, much to Crickit's irritation! We call Skeeter "Picasso", the way her face is marked, it makes her look lopsided, like a Picasso painting - she acts sort of caddywampus at times, too!
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