Sandpaper Kisses

Raven

Okay, I can’t help it but this is another post about my little man, Raven.  He woke me up this morning with his sandpaper kisses about 4 AM.  He was sleeping on my pillow with his head on my shoulder when he decided that my face needed a bath, I guess.  I reached over to pet him and he was purring like crazy.

This cat is the sweetest thing.  It’s been about twenty years since I had a cat that sleeps on my pillow.  I woke up a week ago to find him nestled into my shoulder two nights in a row.  I don’t know if this will be a normal thing or not.

 Raven

He’s almost nine-months-old now and clearly content and loving his new home.

I almost adopted a black kitten three years ago from our local no-kill shelter.  In fact, I was in the shelter signing the paperwork too bring the kitten home for a try out with my girls.  They let you do that here, giving adoptive parents a two-week trial if they have other animals in the house.

This didn’t work out because who would call me on the cell phone at that moment – my husband, who nixed that idea real quick – as we already had three cats and didn’t need another one.  The lady at the shelter was a bit disgusted with me as we’d done the paperwork and she had the kitten in a box and had given me a bag of kitten chow.  I felt bad leaving the poor little thing there screaming his head off – he wanted out of that box! 

The next week I ended up in the hospital for emergency surgery.  Now maybe this was a good thing, me not being able to follow up on that adoption.  Three years later, I found Raven who was waiting for me to adopt him and give him a good home.  So everything worked out in the end.  I hope the shelter kitten got a loving home too.  He would be three-years-old now.