
I got Sylvest in June 2004 from my friend Erin, whose cat had kittens. I never really cared for cats much. We didn't have them growing up, and mom and dad didn't like them so neither did I. In recent years I had been okay with them. Some friends had cats that were pretty sweet. But when Erin told me I could have one I got pretty excited. My OWN pet. A companion for my quite apartment. It sounded good to me. Sylvest was the runt of the five kitten litter. He always progressed about a week or two behind his siblings. Erin let me take him home when he was eight weeks old. He was ready. I remember that first night. I was SCARED TO DEATH driving home with him. And I think I was even more scared as I sat in my bathroom floor and this little thing was vibrating as I held him in my hands. Vibrating! What was wrong with my cat? He was defective. I called my friend Brinda, who had also taken home a kitten that night. I told her my kitten was vibrating and I didn't know what to do. After nearly dying of laughter she told me he was purring. Purring? That's what purring sounds like? What the heck? To this day my friends won't let me live it down. Hey, I had no experience with cats. How was I to know.
Anyway, Sylvest was being sweet tonight so it was DEFINITELY blog worthy. Stay tuned for the days where I try to give him away.
And there is absolutley no shame in giving away a pet...
ReplyDeleteGood luck giving that devil in cat's clothing away to anyone! Haaaaaaah! You'd hafta pay someone!
ReplyDeleteOkay, maybe he isn't that bad... all the time.
Ok, I just read this blog, due to my travels! It made me smile all the way down....
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