Say “Hello!” to the newest member of our family; our (almost) 4 month old kitten, Krieger.
Yes, that’s his real name.
Yes, it’s after the Krieger on Archer. #dontjudgeus
This sweet little monster came home to us this past Friday and he is happily terrorizing our house.
We got Krieger from a local rescue group in Baltimore, MD and they were fantastic. If you’re local to the area and are looking to adopt a rescue, send me a message and I’ll direct you to our their organization. They have kittens, cats, puppies, dogs; every breed and color you could imagine and their prices are pretty comparable with shelters.
Admittedly, I’ve always adopted from shelters; I’ve never done private rescues, so I was a little apprehensive; I’m not sure why, but the experience was amazing. Krieger had an amazing foster mom who’d had him since he was 7 weeks old and fully admitted part of her didn’t want to give him up. Her kids were even attached to him and didn’t want him to leave.
This cute little boy seems to have that effect on people.
Within an hour of him coming here, he was basically attached to my hip. Guys, he literally follows me to the bathroom. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing he’s almost always within 5 feet of me; usually closer. I make dinner and he’s sitting on the barstool at the island watching me.
It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I literally cannot handle how cute this little boy is.
Don’t get me wrong; he’s also a complete maniac kitten who plays as hard as a 4 year old after 10 cans of Coca-Cola. It’s been so long since there has been a kitten in my house I forgot what these days are like. I had to lock him out of our office yesterday because he kept jumping all over my desk and messing with everything. It’s cute and normal, but man….he definitely had to spend some time with Daddy after that one.
When my Maya passed in the beginning of June; it literally felt like my heart got ripped out of my body. Walking around our house hearing how quiet it’s been and not seeing any signs of a pet here has been so hard for me. I’ve said since before Maya passed that when she did I probably wouldn’t wait an extraordinarily long time before getting another cat.
Krieger can’t and doesn’t replace Maya. Even now I look at him and think, “God, Maya would hate him so much….he’d love her but she would be so grouchy at his mere existence”. But him being here is so healing for me. There’s a little part of me that wonders if he’s hanging on me all the time because he knows I’m still sad about Maya and he’s trying to cheer me up.
Maybe that sounds crazy; I don’t know. But I do know my heart feels so much fuller since he’s been here and I absolutely adore this little face.
You’ll likely continue to see an overkill of kitten pictures on my Instagram….I’d say I’m sorry….but….
I’m not. 🙂