Dylan
I am overjoyed to announce on this happy occasion that I am now a proud papa. That is, I have adopted a kitten. Admittedly, it took some convincing. My mother had adopted a stray that followed her home only to discover a month later that she was slightly knocked up. Everyone was a bit apprehensive at first, but luckily there were only three in the litter.
Mom kept one of the kittens, and another was adopted, which left the third. Initially, I had no intention of taking on the responsibility of a kitten, but I just fell in love with the little furball and totally caved. I can’t say how happy I am I decided to take him home. He is just a tremendous bundle of energy, and so much fun to have around. He is currently attempting to crawl into the pocket of our foosball table.
I call him Dylan. That’s short for Bob Dylan because he has a cute little stripe under his chin like a goatee, so the name seemed to fit. Because he’s a kitten, he spends most of his time wanting to play, and he has so far lost two ping-pong balls to the darkened corners of the apartment. The only drawback is that he wants to play from the moment I get up, which can be a little tiring for someone like myself who is not a morning person by the longest stretch of the imagination.
He has been missing his brother, I think. Those two were inseperable and were always wrestling. He was definitely lonely on Sunday when I brought him home. Now, he seems to be getting the hang of the apartment. He’s spent the past couple nights sleeping next to me in bed, which is very comforting, and it’s good to know he’s getting used to me. If only I can get him to consistently go in the litter box, then we’re set.
Now, he has managed to crawl through the pocket in the foosball table in order to play with the ball and has fallen out into the box underneath the table. The fun never stops around here.
Song of the Week:
(I’m repeating artists here just because of Dylan’s namesake)
“Shelter From The Storm” by Bob Dylan