Little Dahlia
Date: Jun 11th, 2008 7:46:16 pm - Subscribe
Mood: affectionate
Currently Reading: Lord of the Flies ( ISBN: 0-571-05686-5 ): Chasing her kitten
Recently I once again braved the waters of motherhood and in celebration of an apartment that doesn't require a deposit to own animals I bought a kitten from my local vets office that I had, had my eye on for some time. A beautiful little medium haired, tabby colored kitten that I have lovingly named Dahlia.
Her mother came to our little clinic as a stray undernourished and uncared for with a litter of kittens ready to be born. One of those kittens was my precious little Dahlia and from the moment they put her in the front cage for adoption I knew that I had to have her. She was spritey and playful, a very kind cat that loved people and purred whenever you so much as looked at her. Immediately we started to bond and every day before and after work I would go to her cage, retrieve her from her brothers and sisters, and spend what little time I could playing and loving on her.
However it was a bitter sweet connection as I knew that eventually the poor little dear would be adopted out to some family that wouldn't love her half as much as I did already and there were no other kittens in the bunch that interested me. Even if there were I had no place to take them as my parents were not to into a full time commitment of having a kitten in the house and I was sure that any apartment I would find would have a strict no pets policy or it would be expensive to keep one.
I can't tell you how excited I felt when I realized that the apartment I had finally chosen had a landlord that didn't care if you kept cats in the rooms and didn't require an expensive deposit for the animal so long as you agreed to pay for any damages that they caused. Immediately I scooped her up, dubbed her Dahlia ( a tribute to one of my favorite unsolved murders the case of The Black Dahlia though not to be confused with the movie that I haven't seen ) and took her home to acclimate her to her new surroundings. She took to our home like a fish to water and with my parents good graces since they knew that she would be leaving the same time that I did.
I have to say that there is no greater feeling in the world then having something so small and precious to love and care for. To have something depend on you and need you so fully to love it and keep it safe. To tend to its every need and make sure that it wants for nothing. I never want my precious little Dahlia to feel unloved or unwanted nor do I wish to ever see her suffer the same neglect that her poor mother did ( who thankfully now has a good home with one of our techs ). I have every intention of giving her everything that she could want and have the thrill of knowing that in return I'll have her love and acceptance and the knowledge that she's happy and healthy. It's such a strange and wonderful feeling to want to keep something safe. To keep something loved.
Now I just have to find the energy to keep up with the little bundle of fuzz.
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