About a month ago I started feeling extra lonely when Sir and I were apart. I’d talked to Sir about getting a pet. By “talked” I mean I texted him tons and tons of pictures of animals (hamsters, puppies, kittens, bunnies, hedgehogs, sugar gliders, pygmy marmosets) with captions like “I want all of the squishy faces!”
He thought about it for a while and ultimately decided that having something for me to focus on and cuddle with while we were apart was not a bad idea. We decided that a kitten was probably the most sustainable based on our travel schedules and my job. Cats are pretty self-sufficient if you keep food and water dispensers and a clean litter box. Plus, a kitten for Sir’s kitten? That just seems like kismet.
I scoured Craigslist and social media and talked to friends and it didn’t take me long to stumble upon this little guy; Archibald aka "Archie".
He was less than 10 weeks old the day we picked him up and he’s 12 ½ weeks now. I’m not sure if it was fate or if I imposed my will upon this fur ball, but I ended up with the cutest, most playful, and most codependent kitten in the history of the universe. Basically, he’s a tiny me. Poor Sir now has two tiny kittens keeping him awake at night and crying every time he leaves the room (hehe).
=^.^=
