Pebbles turns 4 today. I still remember the first time I saw her. She was one of two kittens remaining from a litter of 6 at the rescue. I fell in love with her cheekiness and her attempts to bite my finger. A week later, I brought her home. She was 8 weeks old and a teeny, tiny thing. She was easy to train and soon learnt that she wasn’t allow to wake me up at 4 in the morning by biting my nose.
She went into her shell after I adopted Buttons 5 months later. I thought she’d be lonely with me at work for long hours but in hindsight, I’d made a mistake. They do get along now with her being a lot nicer to him than he is to her. But I still feel bad that she had a hard time. She had to deal with a break-up, with changes in the household and a whole lotta stress. She took to peeing on things and pooping in the wrong place but things seem to have improved since we got her a new cat tree. It’s higher and easier for her to escape to the top of the tower. Of course, she did pee in my suitcase before I left for my trip to the US and Canada — something I found out when I reached San Fran. As I write this, she is curled up on a couch next to the telly.
My favourite moments with Pebbles:
- When she’s crazy and chasing her tail
- When she comes to greet me at the door every time I come back home
- When she scratches the toilet door and asks to be let in
- When she asks to enter the bathroom when I’m in the shower and then just hangs around
- When she curls up on my lap or when she sleeps on my stomach when I’m asleep
Along with Buttons, she’s kept me happy these past 3 years and seen me through some tough times.
Happy birthday, baby girl! Here’s to many more years together kitty-kat!
Until next time,