As you know, my brother Edmond left us in July. He died at 19-years old, and I miss him terribly. I have been looking for him in his usual spots, but he is not there. I’ve never been alone, and I have found the house awful quiet without him.
I got a bit confused recently when cat stuff started appearing in our house again. A cat bed, cat toys and cat shelf. I sniffed at them, but no Edmond. Mom said a new brother was coming, and his name was Mowgli. I heard her, but it came in one ear and out the other.
This past Friday, mom and dad left. When they returned, they had Edmond’s cat carrier. I rushed over to it in great anticipation of Edmond coming home. In it, however, was a gray critter. My first reaction was rage. I was angered at this being. How dare he be in my brother’s cat carrier. I barked LOUDLY because I was really hoping it was my brother. I was disappointed and upset. I have only barked like this one another time, and that was when a dog tried to attack mom. She can read that blog HERE.
Dad took me aside, and Mom sat with the critter who looked like a rabbit, in all honesty. I mean, what’s a stupid rabbit doing in my house? I didn’t understand. Dad talked me down, but it took a few minutes. I got all worked up. Whatever the thing was, I scared it to death. It was hissing and freaking out. Then mom and dad got upset. It went bad so quickly.
We all took a deep breath and tried again. Dad assured me that the being was friendly and was, in fact, my new brother. Mom coached the kitten a bit to give me another try, and we sniffed noses through the cage door of the carrier. Okay, he wasn’t a rabbit. He was a tiny, little kitten.
I felt bad. My behavior was rude and unwelcoming. Edmond would be disappointed in me, but hey, I was being protective. I was taken back and confused. Anyway, as the kitten made his way out of the carrier, I noticed he was quite handsome. His name is Mowgli, and he is a four-month-old Silver Tabby.
He had the snip-snip surgery, poor fella. I remember that. I drooled all over myself for hours! He was a bit loopy still and shook up. Everything was new. Gosh, I know how that feels. The night mom and dad took me home, I wailed and screamed the entire hour-drive home. All I knew was left behind. Mowgli was scared, and I was now the big brother. I decided I better start acting like it.
He came out, and I gave him space. He started sniffing at everything and rubbing along side of furniture to mark his scent. I get it. This was his home, too, and he needed to explore it. We followed him around as he discovered he had won the kitty lottery. He came from a small apartment, and now had an entire house. Welcome to the family, Mowgli!
At bedtime, mom thought we should all sleep together in the master suite. She decided the time together would help us move past our rough introduction. Well, Mowgli wasn’t tired. He had been knocked out most of the day, so he was wound up. I think he was also coming off the drug, and that can mess you up.
I don’t know how to describe it, but Mowgli flew, bounced, and tore through that room at Mach speed. He didn’t slow down or stop. It was if he was made of rubber ricocheting off of the walls. I laid down and played dead. It was my only defense. Dad gave up around midnight and slept in the guest room. Mom was bitten, scratched, and attached all night long. Mowgli was so wild we thought we might have to change his name to Lucifer!
Morning came, and he still was going. Mom and dad got their daily number of steps in by following him around. Man, he is fast! Finally, at 3 pm, Mowgli crashed, and so did me and mom. After a restful nap, we all got together in the family room. Me and Mowgli made friends. I was gentle and kind, and he reciprocated.
Mowgli is extremely smart, and he is sweet. He cuddled with both mom and dad, and that made them very happy. When they are happy, I am happy. Woof! He loves to play, so I’ll have to teach him a thing or two…in due time. He slept through the entire night, and he is adjusting to our schedule.
He still has some things to learn – like not scratching the furniture – but we are grateful to have him in our family. He is our Christmas kitty!
My mom, Lorraine Bossé-Smith, is kind enough to help me share my Great Adventures, big and small. My mom is a motivational speaker, corporate trainer, executive recruiter, business consultant, coach, fitness expert, and author of nine published books. More importantly, she’s the best doggy mom ever!
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