We Adopted a Kitten

Fred's favorite spot to snooze - Tim's computer chair

Fred is our new kitten. He’s about 3 months old and already possesses the necessary bag-killing skills of an adult cat. He’s a born-and-raised Montclair stray, and someone adopted his sister the day before I took him home. I imagine him looking out the window and singing “Somewhere Out There” like in “Fievel Goes West.”

His favorite food is Fancy Feast grilled beef, which gives him potent kitten toots at best and human-sized turds at worst. He’s currently afraid of truck noises and socks.

We put a jingly little bell on his collar to keep track of him more easily. He likes to pounce at our feet and at his little toy mice, and he’s about to have his teeny little world rocked when his “Da Bird” toy gets here from the Amazon.

I first met young Fred when we walked past the Montclair Township Animal Shelter. He was in a cage in the window, and he put his little white paw against the glass and rolled over onto his stomach. I immediately fell in love with his little pink nose and green eyes. I still love them, and I am continually wiping boogers from both.