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A really sweet thing happened recently.
So, as cute as kittens are, I am more inclined to adopt adult cats. But one of the drawbacks of that is you miss out on their kittenhood and often don't know much about their early life.
When I adopted Boston years ago I found out a little about him - I knew he'd been injured as a kitten, and had a twisted foot as a result. When I found out that he recognized and responded to his name, I didn't change it. This turned out to be an absolutely wise choice. Because a few weeks ago, the woman who had him when he was young found the Instagram account where I post pics of him and Slarti!
It was really awesome. I learned that she'd found him as a tiny kitten, alone with a badly injured paw. HOW CUTE WAS BABY BOSTON OMG
It really was wonderful to learn that he had been found injured as a kitten as opposed to having been hurt from neglect or abuse in a previous home. I learned that his previous owner had found a new home for him when she relocated (and that was the guy I adopted him from). So good to know that my sweet boy has been loved his whole life! I saw lots of old pictures of him and found out that a lot of his quirks like kneading with all four paws and his fondness for lying on his back with his head cocked and front paws pulled in have been lifelong habits. And she told me that he'd been named after the city (I had wondered, and people had asked me). And she now knows he is safe in a loving home, and has a kitty younger brother who love-pesters him the way he did to his first kitty big sis, and gets to follow his daily life :)
So, as cute as kittens are, I am more inclined to adopt adult cats. But one of the drawbacks of that is you miss out on their kittenhood and often don't know much about their early life.
When I adopted Boston years ago I found out a little about him - I knew he'd been injured as a kitten, and had a twisted foot as a result. When I found out that he recognized and responded to his name, I didn't change it. This turned out to be an absolutely wise choice. Because a few weeks ago, the woman who had him when he was young found the Instagram account where I post pics of him and Slarti!
It was really awesome. I learned that she'd found him as a tiny kitten, alone with a badly injured paw. HOW CUTE WAS BABY BOSTON OMG
It really was wonderful to learn that he had been found injured as a kitten as opposed to having been hurt from neglect or abuse in a previous home. I learned that his previous owner had found a new home for him when she relocated (and that was the guy I adopted him from). So good to know that my sweet boy has been loved his whole life! I saw lots of old pictures of him and found out that a lot of his quirks like kneading with all four paws and his fondness for lying on his back with his head cocked and front paws pulled in have been lifelong habits. And she told me that he'd been named after the city (I had wondered, and people had asked me). And she now knows he is safe in a loving home, and has a kitty younger brother who love-pesters him the way he did to his first kitty big sis, and gets to follow his daily life :)