Wow! I cannot believe that it has been a full 5 days since I've written a single word on here. Not that there is a lack of things to say, but rather that I got a kitten. She is lovely and distracting and requires a lot of attention (okay, not that she really requires it, but I just can't not play with her.) So yeah, my kitten, Amiga, is a sweetheart.
The process of getting her was really simple. I went to the vets with a friend of mine. Emily had found and rescued 2 kittens that were 5 days old, raised them for 3 weeks, and then they died. It was quite sad. Well, she had taken them to the vets several times and this last time was to pay and get her belongings. While we were there it started down pouring. I mean like sheets of rain coming down. It was nuts. And guess who didn't bring her umbrella: this girl. Man, I'm fairly certain I've been over this with all of you - always, always, always....ALWAYS bring the umbrella. Paragua.
I wasn't about to walk home so we stayed there for a while. During this time we asked one of the workers if he knew of a place where we could adopt 2 kittens. He told us yes, hang on, and then disappeared behind the doors that separate regular folks with workers. The magical entrance to the world of vets. We stayed there and waited. Waited for the rain to stop. Waited for this man to return. The latter happened before the former. Our vet-man came out and told us that a woman would come "tomorrow at 3:00 " with some kittens. What? Now that's service. I was expecting to walk all the way across town in search for a little shack-of-a-shelter in a shady part of town. Nope: cat delivery service.
The next day came and Emily and I went to the vets at 3:00. To be honest, I was expecting to be stood up. Colombians are often a lot of talk but not a lot of do. It's not that they intentionally don't hold their word, it's just cultural. They never want to disappoint anyone. One teacher put it very well: Colombians don't know how to say "no" or "I don't know". Ah, rabbit trail....back to the cat. So we went to the vet and there waiting for us were 2 ladies with 2 precious little kittens that were sisters and about 2 months old (a lot of 2s in that sentence Ha!). The lady handed me one and Emily the other. We were sold. This is really happening: my first pet all on my own. Can't go back on it now.
After spending a day with her I decided to name her Amiga (or Amiguita) which means little friend. She is my little friend. I talk to her, I listen to her sorrows (at least her squeaky meows sound sorrowful), and we play. It's kind of a big commitment, but I'm excited to have a living thing in the apartment with me.
Yes, I talk to her. Yes, I am on the road to becoming a crazy cat lady...although, someone told me I'm much to young and vibrant to really be one.
The process of getting her was really simple. I went to the vets with a friend of mine. Emily had found and rescued 2 kittens that were 5 days old, raised them for 3 weeks, and then they died. It was quite sad. Well, she had taken them to the vets several times and this last time was to pay and get her belongings. While we were there it started down pouring. I mean like sheets of rain coming down. It was nuts. And guess who didn't bring her umbrella: this girl. Man, I'm fairly certain I've been over this with all of you - always, always, always....ALWAYS bring the umbrella. Paragua.
I wasn't about to walk home so we stayed there for a while. During this time we asked one of the workers if he knew of a place where we could adopt 2 kittens. He told us yes, hang on, and then disappeared behind the doors that separate regular folks with workers. The magical entrance to the world of vets. We stayed there and waited. Waited for the rain to stop. Waited for this man to return. The latter happened before the former. Our vet-man came out and told us that a woman would come "tomorrow at 3:00 " with some kittens. What? Now that's service. I was expecting to walk all the way across town in search for a little shack-of-a-shelter in a shady part of town. Nope: cat delivery service.
The next day came and Emily and I went to the vets at 3:00. To be honest, I was expecting to be stood up. Colombians are often a lot of talk but not a lot of do. It's not that they intentionally don't hold their word, it's just cultural. They never want to disappoint anyone. One teacher put it very well: Colombians don't know how to say "no" or "I don't know". Ah, rabbit trail....back to the cat. So we went to the vet and there waiting for us were 2 ladies with 2 precious little kittens that were sisters and about 2 months old (a lot of 2s in that sentence Ha!). The lady handed me one and Emily the other. We were sold. This is really happening: my first pet all on my own. Can't go back on it now.
After spending a day with her I decided to name her Amiga (or Amiguita) which means little friend. She is my little friend. I talk to her, I listen to her sorrows (at least her squeaky meows sound sorrowful), and we play. It's kind of a big commitment, but I'm excited to have a living thing in the apartment with me.
Yes, I talk to her. Yes, I am on the road to becoming a crazy cat lady...although, someone told me I'm much to young and vibrant to really be one.
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