Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Meet Buster

After days of being despondent, Duane suggested I should get a kitten.  Before we took Butterscotch for his final sleep, I held him to say a private good bye.  I thought about when we got the tuxedo twins.  Butterscotch was so happy to share his home.  Gave them welcome licks on the head and showed them where the food is kept.  It felt like he was saying he had a good life and I should give another cat a good life.

The lady from the ad on Craigslist said her neighbor found the litter of kittens in the backyard, dehydrated and dirty, three weeks ago.  She cleaned them up, bottle fed them, weaned them to solid food and litter trained them.  When I told her about Butterscotch, she said she had the perfect kitten, lovable and cuddly.

He is just that and more.  He's attached himself to Duane's chest.

Duane sits on the couch and Buster attaches himself.  Duane apologized that my kitten became him his kitten.     It's ok.  He did suggest that maybe I should get another for me.

Precocious little thing.  He's not put off by his grumpy aunties.  The girls fly into hissy fits when he comes up to them.  The past two days, he hides under things waiting to ambush them.  Not the least bit dissuaded by their hissing.  He is determined they will either like him or explode.

Duane said, "Great revenge for you, Butterscotch.  Come back as a kitten and go after them."  The girls weren't very nice to Mr. Scotch the past few years.  The timing isn't right for Buster to be a reincarnation. Maybe in six weeks, I'll take a scan over Craiglist and see if something jumps out at me.  Maybe.  Still waiting for the feeling like I've been punched in the gut to lessen.

Duane wrote a post about Buster.  He's much eloquent with his words than I am.

In other news, Duane had a lung cat scan in April.  The pulmonologist says that the scarring has not improved since his last scan in the ICU last year.  There are three holes in the center of his lungs.  They are looking into putting him on the transplant list, as his name wouldn't come up for three to five years.

This weekend, I joined Summer of Socks and Tour De Fleece, team Cranky Pants.  Hopefully it will bring back my mojo and there will be pictures.  I did get some nice quilting thread for my yoyo quilt on Saturday.  However, I can't find where I last put my fabric cutting scissors, so I sat down defeated for the moment.

Back to work today, when you'll read this.  Need to head to bed, 5 am comes way too early.

Thank you for all your comments of sympathy for Butterscotch.


Stitched Together said...

Buster looks fantastic. A real little character. I have a soft spot for ginger boy cats as every single one I have known has been friendly and fun. Next cat I get will be a wee ginger boy.

I'm sorry about Butterscotch, but hopefully Buster will ease that gut punched feeling a bit in time.

Melissa said...

Oh my goodness, he is a cutie! He's not a reincarnation, but he is here to help you heal. I am so glad to see you back here. I've missed you.

Tink Edwards said...

Nothing eases the pain of losing an old and dear friend like the joy of rescuing a poor little kitten!

Buster is gorgeous!

Wanderingcatstudio said...

So sorry to hear about Butterscotch. Buster is a cute - I just love me a wee orange tabby!

by Teresa said...

How wonderful of you two to honor Butterscotch by giving a loving home to a poor little rescue kitten. Good job! ((hugs)), Teresa :-)

Rudee said...

Welcome, Buster!

Julie said...

Your new baby is adorable.
Kitty cuddles from me and Midge xx