It’s only fair, since we celebrated National Dog Day last August, that we pay homage to our feline friend, Kirby the Kitty. Yep, today is National Cat Day!
Recently, I shared the sorry tale of how we almost lost Kirby due to flower poisoning. Yes, you read that right, lilies (along with other plants) are toxic to cats. I think the close call brought us all affectionately a little closer together.
Although, Kirby still lives up to his nickname, Krabby, on occasion.
Kirby came into our lives as a teeny tiny little kitty. Nothing like his current “sturdy” svelteness. I adopted him, impulsively, from the Humane Society on a rainy day. He was one of probably ten mewing fur balls in a cage, however, when I walked by, he lunged and clung onto the screen door. I imagined he was saying, “pick me, pick me!”
In sales, there is something called “the puppy dog close”, let’s just say, I got suckered into “the kitty cat close”. So damn cute, I just couldn’t say no.
I arrived home with my kitten, literally in a box, and surprised the family with our new friend. They were not impressed. Kirby hissed and hid behind the sofa.
To be fair, our former cat, a big white fluffy mancoon, had unexpectantly taken ill and had to be put down. The others, apparently, were still grieving the loss and not quite ready to accept his replacement.
Eventually, everyone came around, and Kirby became part of the family.
Kirby doesn’t do any tricks per se, like his brother Gizmo, although he poses well for pictures and greets us at the door whenever we come home from being out and about. At nearly 20 pounds he’s not really a lap cat, but is affectionate in his own way, especially when he wants food.