Meesi. Bud. Buddy Pal. Meesa. Meesins. Siamese; these are all nicknames I’ve come up with in the last year of having Leila in my life. I think “Bud” is probably the most used, simply because my baby Siamese has transformed into my serious buddy. She’s my pal. I can’t believe it’s been a year since this girl blessed me with her presence. Over the span of this past year, I’ve come to believe that perhaps Leila was put in my life by way of my heart cat, Edison.
Almost exactly four years ago, my heart cat Edison ran away. I admit that I still haven’t fully gotten over the loss, and I’m not sure I ever will. But last year I finally found myself searching for another cat. I wanted to throw a kitten into the mix so I could raise him or her around my other animals. For a while I contemplated adopting a kitten from AAWL, my favorite animal rescue organization. Then one random Wednesday afternoon I saw a Facebook post from my friend Stephanie. A friend of hers had found a baby Siamese kitten (who had been rescued from a car engine bay) that needed a home. When I saw the photos, I knew she was the one. She was what I had been waiting so long for. Not even five hours later, Leila was home with me, and I fell in love instantly.
There are three important birthdays in our house during the month of June! Khloee’s birthday is on the 1st, Joey’s is the 10th, and Matt’s is the 25th! Let’s be honest – the real celebrations are for Khloee and Joey 😉 If Khloee and Joey were people, they’d be the “I really don’t need a birthday party or any sort of celebration for that matter…” people. So instead, here’s a birthday post for my babies!
It’s officially been a week since Leila joined our family, and a productive week it has been. While Leila was never shy, she did take a day or so to get comfortable with her new surroundings. Leila fits in extremely well with our other animals…most of them. Sadie hasn’t been too thrilled but she’s coming around.
It was an ordinary Monday in 2012. After a long, tiring day, I walked into my local PetSmart dressed in my banker garb. I needed to pick up a few things for my cats, so I wandered over to the food aisle. “Maybe I’ll just peek at the cats up for adoption,” I thought to myself as I mingled over to the glass windows where cats were waiting for their forever families. And then I saw him. Curled up against the glass, there he was. “Cheetoh – 2 year old neutered male. Has been in foster care for a year after a good Samaritan picked up up off the street when he was being chased by a large dog. Shy at first but once he warms up, he loves to get cuddles and he likes to show you exactly where he wants to be petted.” As I stared longingly at this gorgeous, orange tabby, I noticed something different. His paws. His paws were…deformed. He had the sweetest face but he had a disability. My heart broke. I immediately thought to myself, “No one wants him because he’s different. If he’s still here in a week, I’m going to adopt him.” Cheetoh, now Joey, turns six in June 🙂