Owning a cat is an exercise in patience. Today I got a cat. Her name is Milo. How can something so sweet and disarming climb my curtains, chew on my laptop cord and knock over my most expensive china tea pot in one fell swoop and still look cute doing it.
So, yeah, I adopted a cat today. My friends Patrick and Mia rescued this kitten from the streets where her mother had abandoned her, and have kept her for the past several months. They have been looking for someone to adopt Milo… and that someone is me.
I met Milo this morning when she came into my apartment on a cat leash. Well actually she has no idea how to walk on a leash, and probably never will. Milo has a mind of her own. I have given her the empty office room so there isn’t anything for her to tear up, shred, or otherwise destroy during the off times that I can’t be here to watch her.
I don’t have any idea how to take care of a cat. I got her food and water and a saucer of milk (I hear cats like that), and she has a bed and litter box. She is scared to death of everything in my apartment, but I think she will adjust quickly. She has snooping around the living room and kitchen, and in the last hour has gone from hiding under the furniture to running circles around the room, jumping from thing to thing. That’s when I heard a loud crash.
My brand new tea set from a street vendor in Jinhua is gone. It was my favorite color blue, as you can see here, but my tile floor is really unforgiving when you drop something on it. It’s hard to be mad though, because I know Milo wasn’t trying to break my things, she was just trying to find a good hiding place because she was scared. It’s hard to be mad at that.
I’m crossing my fingers that the next few days go better and Milo adjusts to being in a new place by not wrecking my furniture. Wish me luck.