It’s always bad when WordPress logs you out due to nonuse, I get it WP- it’s been a while.
I have been keeping busy with the new house, it seems as though the decorating and organizing will never end. We are also preparing the yard for our first fall because now we live in a place where seasons actually mean something. We have also been trying to keep up in the midst of birthday season. In just our little area here we have 8 birthdays from mid August to the first days of October. Luckily people don’t mind sharing a celebration, but still. And the other thing we have been keeping ourselves busty with is the new addition to our family, Hitchcock or as well usually call him Hitch.
I have always had a thing for black cats. My first real pet was a black cat named Sheba, I think part of my attitude in life came from her.
It was only as I got older that I found out what a bad rep black cats have. I thought they were always beautiful and refined looking but black cats are the least likely to get adopted of their more colorful litter and kennel mates. They don’t stand out as much in dark cages and of course there are the superstitions. When we got Bailey from my mother’s house there were four kittens running around: three brown tabbies and one black cat. I had preferred the black cat but it ran away from me. Bailey looked me right in the eye and didn’t run away, I figured he liked me and we took him home. Since then I have mentioned on more than one occasion that when the time came I would want to adopt a black cat because I knew we could give it a good home. It wasn’t until we moved here and Bailey was an only pet for the first time in his life that we had an option to.
We debated on getting another cat for a while, Bailey was so sweet and affectionate with us now and we didn’t want to jeopardize his attitude by bringing in someone new. But then he started to get a little weird. He would cry for us if we left the room, he would wail when John went to work, he had to sleep between us in our bed like a darn chaperone, and then the days I was out for hours at a time he would seem morose for the rest of the day. We figured it was time for him to have a buddy to play with. We went on and off this wagon several times. A few weeks ago when we were on the off wagon I went by the grocery store and by chance decided to look at the adoption board that was propped up in front of the next door pet store. The cats are from a rescue organization at this store, like the one I used to volunteer with. I had poked my head in in once or twice to visit with the cats, but I had yet to see a black kitten or cat. I looked on the board that day and saw they had a black five moth old male kitten. I bit the bullet an went in to see him.
By chance one of the volunteers was there cleaning the cages and we talked for almost a half hour. She let me hold him and pet him, he made eye contact with me too and nuzzled my chin. When I told her about my love of black cats, my volunteer work, and that I am at home most of the time she encouraged me to fill out an application. Then she saw the black cat tattoo on my ankle she made a phone call to the origination’s leader on my behalf. She too was a big black cat fan. I called John and told him I had filled out an application and sent a picture, it turns out he was playing it cool but he said if I wanted to get him I could. Turns out he was really excited about getting a new kitten. Several hours later after the Rescue had called Bailey’s vet to make sure he was in good health and up to date on shots. I got a phone call and I had an interview with the Rescue Leader, ten minutes in she said we could adopt him if we wanted. We definitely wanted to. We picked him up the next afternoon and have been enjoying his personality and energy ever since.
So has Bailey.
As for the name, well that was tricky for me. I am bad with names, seriously I rename my characters constantly and I have always been jealous of the brilliance people have in naming their pets. We had a list of various names, I wanted to give him a literary name or after a famous author (Neil, Harlan, Stoker), then when went towards the more traditional black cat names like Midnight or Shadow. He seriously was like a little black shadow running around the house and hiding in various, unexpected spots.
We even toyed with Moonshine for a while because well he is Southern and nontaxable, but it was too long of a name to call him with. Guinness was on the list too, but if we named him that we would be obligated to name our next cat Whiskey. For a day he was called Binx after the cat in Hocus Pocus, but I didn’t like naming him after a cursed creature-black cats have it rough enough. Hitchcock had been on the list throughout and I liked calling him Hitch, but I didn’t want to name him that just because I liked the director I wanted his name to reflect him. Poor Hitch was referred to as “Kitten” and “Little One” (because Bailey will always be “Baby”) for his first four days here. When I found his favorite new spot was in shower of the guest bathroom, behind the shower curtain and he loved darting out of the dark hallways to surprise us I figured he had earned the name. He cemented the naming by dunking his head in my thankfully cold cup of tea, how British of him.
We are enjoying him in our lives and we are all slowly adjusting to the new pace of the household, which is much more lively now.