She is the newest addition to our little family! And look - she already loves my running shoes! By the by, I wear a size 6 shoe, so that's how tiny she is.
Ultra-Supportive Husband spearheaded this movement. After we lost O'Malley in December, I've been sorta mopey. He wanted to make sure I had a critter to keep me company while he faced a gnarly tax season this spring.
So Saturday, after a fabulous run with my ladies, lunch with the Reynolds, then the Rockwell exhibit at the art museum (wow, saturday rocked!) we headed to the county shelter. Not a rescue, not a box of kittens at a friend's house - the actual, awful shelter. I figured those were the ones that needed rescuing the most.
I found this little one right away. She was, in fact, the only kitten I even looked at. (I do most things in my life on impulse - house, car, wedding dress, etc. My instincts usually serve me well!) Well, turns out, she has a kitty cold - upper resipratory infection. Hence the name "wheezy!"
Preston later decided that Eloise was infinately more elegant. I tend to agree.
We brought her home on Sunday. She is the sweetest thing! She plays and runs around like crazy, then jumps up on one of our laps and climbs up to our neck for a snuggle.
Be still my heart! Preston is a proud papa - he is smitten.
As I write, she's snuggled up under my chin. As a result of her cold, she has the cutest little wheezy snore. SO FRIGGIN CUTE.
I'm off to capitalize on some kitty snuggles... *sigh*
Life is good. And I think O'Malley would approve.