August 3rd, 2020 / posted by paularath

Heidi at two months old.

Jerry and I love our cats. We have had one or two or three cats throughout our entire life together. But when Scrimshaw (better known as Scrimmy) passed away two years ago at the age of 21, we decided we would not adopt another cat.

We were traveling so much and it wasn’t always easy to find house- and cat-sitters.

Tiny Heidi goes to her private home gym.

Then along came COVID-19 and the quarantine.

Jerry and I love spending lots of time together, but we began to miss having a pet. We tried to make our household geckos fit the bill. We named them and gave them cocktails during cocktail hour (for Cointreau and Vodka) and their favorite foods (for Cookie, Avocado and Peanut), but they aren’t exactly soft and cuddly, and although they did seem to have their own personalities, they simply were not ideal substitutes for cats.

A favorite peek-a-boo place, in my office, right behind Daddy’s photo.

So one day a few weeks ago, I started looking at the kittens on the Humane Society website. After several days of love-struck looking on my part, we decided to go to the Humane Society and visit the Kitten House.

“We will only bring home a kitten if we truly fall in love with one,” we agreed.

She doesn’t quite get the purpose of the post yet. But who cares?

It was a good day for kittens, as there were lots of them just begging to be adopted.

One frantic ginger kitten was disrupting the little house and picking a fight with every kitten she could. She was quite threatening and we steered clear of her as she went wild.

In the midst of the chaos, a tiny little gray-and-white kitten walked up to me with her big beautiful eyes, just waiting to be picked up. It was all over. She was coming home with us.

Playing peek-a-boo behind her scratching post.

We named her Heidi because she has an uncanny ability to discover places to hide that are just about impossible for us to find. She spent her first night in the back of our guest room vanity, behind a drawer in a teensy spot we still don’t know how she fit into.

She is an akamai little kitten and has already wrapped us around her little paws. She is crazy about playing, and everything in the house becomes her plaything, from wads of newspaper to shoelaces and purse straps.

I made her a lovely linen bed, but she has no interest in it. Jerry built her a scratching post, and she loves it, but she thinks she is supposed to climb up on it, not to scratch it. (But of course she gets a treat no matter what she does.)

She has a polka dot tummy – very fashion forward! She loves my lap when the mood strikes her.

Heidi is relaxed and happy with us and we are over the moon with our precious little kitten. And today we were able to trim her tiny claws without a problem. Now THAT’s a sign that Heidi belongs with us.

-Paula Rath

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Martha Randolph
August 4th, 2020 at 2:18 am

I have been a foster kitten person for the Humane Society for years. It allows me to get my kitten hit but not take on a whole new cat. My own Little Cat was a feral in my neighborhood wh ok was persuaded to live with me instead. She does not like it when I have fosters cause she wants to be the only cat. But I still get my kitten hits.

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