Can we have a kitty? Pweeeeaaase!

So the boi's been harping at me since i arrived, dropping hints about getting a kiten, and downright whining about same. I'd been trying to discourage him. I've left pets behind before, in my constant global wanderings, and i hate doing it. And i figured leaving him behind would be hard enough, there was no need to throw a smaller purring kittenlike creature to the mix. Something else for me to love. Something else for me to miss, yanno?

But, he knows me well. Knows I am a sucker. Knows where my buttons are. So I gave in. With one admonishment; "Ok. fine; we will get a kitty...but only if we will love it, and pet it, and call it GEORGE!". So, a week later found us carying home a box from the SPCA containing THIS impossibly tiny little furbag called George.

She's the best entertainment value for dollar I've ever seen. She was 8 weeks old, but really abnormally tiny, with a wee little voice to match. She could sit up in the palm of one of my hands. And i have girlie hands. She was roughly equal to the size of the puppy's (a 4 year old German Sheppard named Tier (no, not as in "level/layer", but as in "beast/animal in German))snout. And he, in all his large gawky clumbsy curiosity, was achingly gentle with her.

3-4 weeks on, shes still tiny, and she's taken after her adoptive dad; she is he goofiest, most graceless cat i have ever seen. She thinks she's a dog. Her miaow is still tiny, she falls off furniture and runs into walls with alarming regularity, and she is utterly adorable.

She is incapable of walking. She just can't. If she needs to be anywhere, it must be gotten too whilst doing Mach speeds, as though, if she does not get there right away, thats it! The world is gonna implode and the couch, which has always been there will just dissapear and be gone by the time she arrives.

She's fearless. Probably comes with her boxing matches with the dog, who plays by bowling her over and gently mouthing her. When she first arrived, that meant she pretty much entirely dissapeared into his gaping maw. Also comes from the fact that he is the best bodyguard ever. No one is allowed to hurt or steal HIS kitty, goddamnit. The cat next door tried. Once. So this tiny assed furball of ours does not know the word "danger", and will climb trees taller then the house (and deftly back down the tree without any trouble), and takes on the neighbourhood cats...and wins!

She's also incapable of not loving you. Instant box of rumble if anyone touches her. We've tossed her about, blown raspberries on her belly, packed her into tingy clear plastic boxes, poster tubes and whatever else amuses us. And she comes back for more everytime.

She's perfect.