The photos show the newest member of our family. She is a four month
old kitten, who is very affectionate and who quickly bonded with both
Tom and me. We're a
beautiful match. Scarlett is a lively ball of
fire and has explored every nook and cranny downstairs and upstairs. She
peed once on the floor but has since used her litter box. She was named at the shelter, and we decided to keep
the name...wait for it...Scarlett! Get it?
Scarlett is reclining in her bed now. Yesterday afternoon, she went missing for a while. I searched upstairs, downstairs, and all around the house, but no Scarlett. I heard a faint "Meow" in the distance once or twice, but when I got closer - nothing. Then I remembered I had opened the door to the closet where I keep the clothes hamper and closed it after I put clothes in. When I opened the door, there she was lying on the clothes in the hamper, looking not too unhappy.
Our girl likes books, too. Good thing, because our house is filled with them. She also wants to share our meals. After searching the internet, I discovered the methods I've been using are not the best and may cause Scarlett to be afraid of me, rather than teach her to stay off the kitchen counter and table. Yesterday, I used a spray bottle with water, and only after she punished me for my rudeness by staying away for several hours did she jump up on my lap to be cuddled.
Following the sad months of our Diana's decline after being our companion for 17 and a half years, the little kitten has brought joy and liveliness back into our lives.
After Diana died, when I returned home after going out, and Tom wasn't home, I missed having a live creature to greet me when I walked into the house. Thus the decision to adopt a kitten companion from
My Heart's Desire in Houma, Louisiana.
