Sultan's Birthday
My little man turned 1 today. He is no longer officially a kitten :(. We had a little birthday party, and his aunties and uncles sang him happy birthday. Then he blew out the candle on his tuna fish cake and wished that he would behave. I am so lame. I was thinking about why I do such silly things, and I came to the conclusion that when I love something or care about it, I go all out. At least I hope it that and not that I'm out of my mind.
Speaking of out of my mind, Sultan culminated the last minutes of his birthday by demonstrating his independence. Since we moved downstairs, he is not allowed on the porch because I'm afraid he'll run away. But because it was his birthday, I decided we'd take a little excursion outside, supervised, of course. No sooner did I open the door that the little man ventured underneath the porch. Silly Sultan, I thought. So I get on my hands and knees and try to lure him out. First with Pounce, then with Kitty Kaviar. Nothing. About a half hour goes by, and he is refusing to get out. So I try moving things about, hoping he'll go after them. As soon as he gets close enough for me to grab him, he runs away at the last second.
Next to our porch, we have a table. On top of this table was a variety of plastic bins. In these plastic bins was rain water that had accumulated throughout the weekend. I knocked them over onto myself. Soaking wet in a white skirt lying in the dirt, I continue to call my cat out from under the porch. By this time, an hour has gone by. I call Efe to inform him that his son will be visiting the Humane Society in the near future. Frustrated, wet, and tired, I do what any normal person would do, and thats cry. No sooner to I start to sob that I feel a wet nose on my cheek. He must really love me. Either that, or he was upset by the Humane Society comment. Either way, the night ended much like it began, with me having a bunch of things to do, and not doing any of them.
Speaking of out of my mind, Sultan culminated the last minutes of his birthday by demonstrating his independence. Since we moved downstairs, he is not allowed on the porch because I'm afraid he'll run away. But because it was his birthday, I decided we'd take a little excursion outside, supervised, of course. No sooner did I open the door that the little man ventured underneath the porch. Silly Sultan, I thought. So I get on my hands and knees and try to lure him out. First with Pounce, then with Kitty Kaviar. Nothing. About a half hour goes by, and he is refusing to get out. So I try moving things about, hoping he'll go after them. As soon as he gets close enough for me to grab him, he runs away at the last second.
Next to our porch, we have a table. On top of this table was a variety of plastic bins. In these plastic bins was rain water that had accumulated throughout the weekend. I knocked them over onto myself. Soaking wet in a white skirt lying in the dirt, I continue to call my cat out from under the porch. By this time, an hour has gone by. I call Efe to inform him that his son will be visiting the Humane Society in the near future. Frustrated, wet, and tired, I do what any normal person would do, and thats cry. No sooner to I start to sob that I feel a wet nose on my cheek. He must really love me. Either that, or he was upset by the Humane Society comment. Either way, the night ended much like it began, with me having a bunch of things to do, and not doing any of them.