Getting A Mini-Me For Belle
The husband and I have been talking about getting a new cat for a while. I’ve been known to impulse shop, but the husband still wasn’t prepared for the day I came home with groceries, a new dress, and a new kitten.
He wanted us to go together to pick one out, but I was near a pet store while shopping for our Mother’s Day dinner (we did surf and turf for our mothers and grandmother). These things just happen. You wander into a store, see an adorable kitten, find it’s well within your price range, and walk out the door with it. What? That never happened to you?
Our little furball is full of personality, just like Belle. I can’t do lack of personality in any living thing. That includes plants (if they don’t reach for the sun, they have no place in my house). I tried to avoid even thinking of names for the kitten as I drove home because I wanted the husband to do it.
He decided to stick with the Disney princesses them and name the kitten Jasmine. So now we have Belle and Jasmine. I read that it’s better for animals who can learn to recognize their name (like cats) to have a name that’s only one syllable. The husband, who is sometimes so amazing with words, is also a musician, so he decided the kitten’s nickname would be Jazz.
Jazz is an adorable baby cat so she alternates between sleeping all the time and bursts of energy where she can’t sit still. She’s finally learned how to jump down from high heights, so she spends a lot of time climbing all over everything. Belle is kind of a jerk, so it’s taken her a bit of time to get used to jazz.
The weekend we went to St. Louis for my friend’s graduation, we finally left them unseparated. They were alone for four days. By the time we got back, they had worked out their differences and were living together in peace. Jazz still gets molly whopped when she pounces one time to many on Belle’s tail, but we’re one big happy family.
We wanted two cats so they could play together and we could get some peace from Belle’s constant attention seeking. They do play together a lot. But there are moments where their attention is turned full force on the husband and I. That’s the worst because there are demanding meows and unending requests to be petted. I’m happy to have cats that like people, but I wish I could get through one nap without Jazz curled up against my neck purring loudly enough to wake me and Belle making a spot down by my feet and pushing my feet around.
And of course, I’m not going to tell all these kitty stories without pictures. Enjoy!
In my next post, I’ll post a pic of Jazz with Belle so you can see what a difference in size they are.