Caturday December 2017

The reason I wanted a kitten was because I felt this overwhelming urge to love something new. To nurture and to feel wanted and needed. 
It wasn't until this week that I realised that actually, maybe it wasn't completely down to me wanting to love something new. 

As I remembered the first messages I sent to my mum when Forest first came home. As I thought about the things I say to him over and over. 

"He loves me already
"You really do love me"

I realised that more than giving out love, I wanted to receive it. 
It wasn't about me wanting something new to love, not completely anyway, but was mostly about feeling love from something. 

And in Forest I have that....probably a lot more than I expected. 

He follows me around everywhere I go and at night time likes to cuddle up with me, as close as he can, and go to sleep. Preferring to lay across me or on me where and when possible. 
I can only just excuse the stupid o clock wake ups where he pokes and prods me to wake me up for me to give him a little cuddle and then go to back to sleep. Although his new obsession of clawing my hair and scalp is not my favourite. 

We're now two months into this amazing cat being part of our family and not a lot has changed. He is still super confident. Massively affectionate. 

I've tried to give him a little bit of freedom and will let him out but he returns in seconds, choosing to be more of a house cat. 

The introduction of a Christmas Tree and Christmas lights went better than I expected....until this morning when the tree was knocked down and our poor Angel was decapitated. 

And two months on he still adores me just like he did in the beginning. He is always by my side and gets quite upset when I leave him to have a bath. We've now had 2 incidents which involved him getting wet because he couldn't not be apart from me and thought it would be ok to jump up and lay on my shoulders and my head.
I also still absolutely adore him. He 100% filled that void I had.


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