Happy Cataversary to Me!

Kiera early days

Kiera early days

Yesterday marked the ninth anniversary of me bringing my darling kitty, Kiera, home from the shelter. They estimated she was a year and a half old, but didn’t know for certain, as she was kind of small. I’ve always considered the anniversary of bringing her home kind of her birthday. So she’s about 10 now.

She’s a happy kitty, though of course she would maintain that her minions are very poorly trained. I had a health scare with her recently, but she seems to be fine now. She’s a bit more neurotic than most cats. She’s also really smart, comes when she’s called, and seems to understand much of what I say to her.

She’s my constant companion, frequently wanting to hang out in whatever room I’m in. She makes me laugh, and nothing else gives me as much contentment as when she’s curled up next to me, purring.

Fair warning – LOTS of pictures ahead!

Seven year anniversary

Seven years ago today, I brought home the cutest cat. She was a rescue kitty. Her owners had moved out of their apartment and left her behind. I assume she was abused: She’s still afraid of my feet, and she has some funny attitudes toward her litter box and food.

Kiera is really only my kitty. She doesn’t interact much with other people, usually running and hiding when they come around.

But she is my joy. She races around like a crazy thing on a daily basis. I always compare her coat to bunny fur: It’s that thick and soft. When I come home after traveling, she usually sleeps on top of me for a couple of nights, just to remind me of where I belong. She’s opinionated, insists we play together often (she likes me to throw sparkly balls that she can then chase) and generally moves from room-to-room with me through out the day, so we can hang out together. That is, when it doesn’t disturb one of her naps.

Under the cut there are lots of pictures. Be warned!

Happy anniversary, Ms. Kiera.