At last! I has a kitteh :)
Denzil is in my lap as we speak and has been since last tuesday. He is a siamese mix, five month old kitten. The story of how we chose him is kinda funny. There is a cat shelter in rexburg that my friend volunteers at every week. She set up a time where matt and I could go in and look around.
The only way I can describe this place is by calling it the House-o-Cats. It doesn't look like a shelter at all with one giant room full of shiny cages and scratching posts in every corner. It is literally a house. O cats. But I love it! You walk up to the house and scurrying across the porch are cats. You walk in the door and the fur and cat food just hits you, almost as hard as the swarm of kitties that prance up to meet you.
Denzil was the first little guy that came up to me. His dark ears perked up when he saw me and I was mesmerized by his bright blue eyes. As soon as I reached down to pick him up he jumped up into my arms and nuzzled his face under my chin. His creme colored coat was so soft. He was colored exactly like my beloved childhood stuffed kitty, Cappuccino.
"Oh he's purring!" I said dreamily. "Look Matt, he likes me."
"I knew this would happen," he replied with an eye roll. "You would fall in love with the first one that came up to you."
Realizing his point, I reluctantly set Denzil down and walked with Matt over to the kitten room. He really wanted us to get a little kitten, so we could train it sooner, and Denzil was practically half grown. He already had his shots and was neutered, so he had graduated from the kitten room.
The kitten room was great. Just what you think it would be. You sit in a chair and watch all the kittens play and half of them jump up into your lap and demand attention. A little black kitten took claim of Matt's shoulders while a sweet little polydactyle kitten curled up in his lap. I could tell he liked her too. Polydactyle means that the cat is born with an extra digit. So they kind of have a thumb, but really it just looks like they are wearing mittens. So from now on in this post I will call her mitten kitten.
I liked mitten kitten too, but I had my heart set on a boy. With all my experiences with cats, boys tended to be more affectionate. So I played with an orange stripped kitten named Scout and a multi named Gage. I liked this other fluffy grey kitten but Matt was worried about the long hair shedding, so I put him out of my mind. Both Gage and Scout were really cute and fun. By the time we left Matt and I had it narrowed down to those three, (Mitten, Gage, and Scout) but I just couldn't make a decision and since Matt said I had the deciding vote, I thought it best to sleep on it.
I thought about the cats all the next day. Mittens was so tiny and she really seemed to have a thing for Matt. Gage was so sweet but not very playful. Scout was sweet too, but I noticed he was kinda sick and I just didn't want to take the risks right off the bat. But then I still couldn't get Denzil out of my mind. I told Matt this and he said the same thing. We decided to bump off Scout and add Denzil to the runnings.
That night we went back to House-o-Cats with a kitty carrier. We were going home with a kitten.
We put Denzil, Gage, and Mittens all together in a room to help us decide. After sometime I narrowed it down to the two boy kitties but in the end chose Denzil as a tribute to Cappuccino and for his pretty blue eyes. But to Matt I justified that it was because he was already neutered and had his shots.
My friend gave us some food and a little folder with all of his information and vet dates in it. Denzil walked right into the kitty carrier and didn't meow at all on the way home.
I know he's the first one I saw, but I pride myself on the fact that I greatly considered other kitties before picking him. I'm sure I made the right match though. He gets along great with both Matt and I. He sleeps with us and follows us to every room. Its so cute to see Matt interact with him. When I got home today, Denzil was curled up in his lap while he as at the computer.
"Hi, how are you?" he asked.
"Glad to be home," I sighed.
"Well, we are glad you are home too."
"We?" I asked.
"Yes, we." He replied.
Denzil's shelter name was actually Cheif, but that...didn't fit at all. But we didn't name him for days because he hadn't come up with the perfect one yet. I asked my kids at work what I should name him, and I got suggestions everywhere from Marshmellow to Circle. *shrugs*
Finally Denzil just hit me. He looks like a Denzil, and it was also the first one Matt agreed too :)
