There is, incidently, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person. (Gratitude 10/150)

It is a well-known fact that I am NOT an animal person. The only animal baby I’ve held up to now was a baby crocodile during our March 2011 holiday on the coast and with much encouragement of my husband. Animals scare me. Physically and emotionally…. then one bright Saturday morning I suggested to my husband we go to the SPCA and have a look at cats. To say the poor guy was surprised was an understatement.

The SPCA was a horrid experience, even someone like me who isn’t into animals is touched by all these creatures without homes… We looked at a number of cats, including one whose fur looked like a giraffe which Noid favourited as it was jumping and running… basically our Liam in cat form and between having a big Liam (Noid) and a 15-year-old Liam son, I didn’t need another baby Liam, although Liam was a gorgeous little baby.

I chose this little girl… and this was the first time I’ve ever held a domesticated type animal and I cried…. I chose her because she looked scared, she spoke to my heart and I felt sad to leave her there…… we completed adoption forms. We were told there would be a house visit to approve us as parents (not owners lol) and that the cat would need to see the vet for injections, deworming and to be sterilised…. and we could fetch her from the vet the following Tuesday if all goes well. I immediately called her ‘Baby Gaga’, I don’t know why, as much as I don’t know where my change of heart came from.

The next day, Sunday we went shopping. One would say we were having a baby! I had never spent any great amount of time in a pet shop so it was all new to me. We bought lots of things and had a name tag made for her with my phone number on the back. Very sweet!

Tuesday arrived and we fetched baby Gaga in the late afternoon. She was frightened and probably sore since she had been sterilised that day. I had bought her a carrier which Noid rolled his eyes at. Let’s just say he has been very tolerant of my new must have kat accessories. 🙂 Thank for humouring me baby.

We kept a low profile as we tried to keep baby Gaga a surprise for the kids arrival on Wednesday evening. 🙂 They were truly surprised, happy and very inquisitive as to my change of heart. Poor kids, poor therapy sessions.

I am thankful for a changed perspective to allow me to experience a different kind of relationship… with a cat! Never thought that would happen.

So, we have a baby Gaga… or her first birthday she will become Lady Gaga! 🙂

One small cat changes coming home to an empty house to coming home.”- Pam Brown

Fuck global warming. Hell just froze over. LOL

Author: WεηchƔ

In September 1997, “The Nocturnal Wenchy” started her blog. The blog remains painfully real but these days she is more of an intermittent Blogger! 😉

21 thoughts on “There is, incidently, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person. (Gratitude 10/150)”

  1. So so sweet!!! Baby Gaga is very cute. And I love the change of heart!!!

    LOL at your very last statement.


  2. I am a crazeee cat person of the highest order. Welcome to the club 😉 (even if you only want to visit the club for a wee bit)


  3. Gorgeous-we have 5 and they all a bit bi polar-its part of the charm!
    Enjoy her,and remember,like tattoos they become addictive!


  4. i love the smile on Gagas face in the last photo – shes home at last!!!
    Congratulations!! ive only had my 2 for a year now and i cant imagine going back to life without them!!


  5. She’s beautiful! Just gawjiss!
    And a proper cat carrier is vital IMHO.
    You can also save yourself some future headaches by leaving the carrier open where she can get to it and sleep in it and climb on it and such, then when you need to take her to the vet you won’t battle to get her into it!


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