I love my 2 kittens. I thought I would when I saw their adorable faces in the ad, and I knew I did when we met them for the first time.
I was expecting the hassle, all the cleaning poo from litter trays, furry butts and little paws, all the washing cat dishes, feeding them, buying food, buying litter. Taking them to the vets, grooming them, doing flea and worm treatments.
What I wasn't expecting was how much they love me back.
I thought cats were aloof. There's all the jokes about humans being cat slaves, etc. I've never had a pet cat but I have been around them, admittedly farm cats that would come for a fuss and friends' cats.
I was wrong, or I just lucked out with my two soppy sausages. I was expecting to love them. I was not expecting them to enrich my life in return.
Very soppy I know but Siggy is lying asleep on my lap, he put his head on my arm, did a big sigh and now he's dreaming with kitten snores and twitchy paws...