This is Darwin Kat
Rainbow Bridge - Darwin while I was 5 months pregnant, and Darby 9 weeks after the Wee One came. One was unexpected, the other I knew was coming. Neither was easy. Both are so very very very missed. (I can't even write my tribute to Darby yet, and it's been over a year.)
I miss having an animal in my house.
I'm thinking about getting a cat.
Darwin was a Snow Bengal. If you read everything you read on the internet, then Snow Bengals are a domesticated form of Snow Leopards and are three generations removed from their wild predecessors.
He was an awesome cat. He was beautiful with big blue eyes. He was the most social cat I've ever met.
I jokingly told a friend once "I asked God for a man that would sleep cuddled up to me every night, that would come greet me at the door when I came home at the end of the day, who would want to eat meals with me every night, and would shower me with undying affection. I got him - he's a cat. I guess I should have been more specific about the species."
It was true. He would run down the hall when he heard me come through the door. He loved the weekends when I'd spend all day on the couch, so he could burrow into a ball on the blanket on my lap. He played with Darby until she grew a little too old and sick and weary of it.
I put off thinking about getting a cat until "the summer", when I could be home to get him/her acclimated and litter trained and adjusted. I have three weeks left, and I think I'll be putting it off some more, because while I have found photos of some adorable kittens that I could give my heart to in an instant, I'm not quite sure that I'm truly ready for a new relationship.
I'll take any advice that anyone has for bringing a new kitten home to a 15-month old. ("Don't" is coming, I can tell!)
Maybe we should just get a hamster.