Itty Bitty and I have wanted a cat for a long time, but I resisted. I went to the animal shelter with him a couple of times, but it was difficult to interact with the kitties, and I wanted to be absolutely certain I got a real suck of a cat.
While I was yard sale-ing this morning, I stopped at a house where they were offering a litter of kittens, free to a good home. I picked up this little guy's sister first, and carried her around while I looked at the other offerings of the yard sale. She was nice and calm at first, but then got a little skittish.
Then I picked up this fella. I flipped him over onto his back and tucked him into the crook of my arm. He snuggled in and was as relaxed as a wet dishrag. He has the loudest purr.
He doesn't have a name yet, poor thing. "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" was on the radio while I was driving him home, so I thought: oh! we'll call him George Harrison! Itty Bitty nixed that, saying Jimi Hendrix was a much better name. Then we discussed "Rufus", since he's a carrot top. Nah...that's a dog name. I'm thinking Finn, or Finnegan, or Flynn. Poor, nameless kitty.
He LOVES fabric scraps! He's been hunting fabric strings (between naps) all afternoon.