Hello dear reader,
This morning, my wife had to head into the office to make up for yesterday’s day off, but not before assigning me a critical mission: earn the trust of our new kitten, Artemis. She’s three months old, cream-colored like our other cat we used to have. She is a Siamese (read: delightfully vocal), and currently suspicious of… well, everything.
First, I conducted a thorough front-yard audit and concluded—heroically—that it required neither mowing nor leaf duty. With that brave decision made, I checked on Artemis and found her tucked inside her cat tower like a shy marshmallow. We’d let her be last night; trust can’t be speed-run.
Eventually, she ventured out and circled my desk, then attempted to share my breakfast. I countered with kitten food. Negotiations were successful. By the time I started with my breakfast, Artemis had decided our home—and maybe even I—were not agents of chaos.
I kept my movements slow and offered gentle pets. The purr engine kicked on. She weighs approximately one feather and soon installed herself on my lap as the day’s tiny supervisor, alternating between naps and performance reviews (“more scritches, please”).
She’s still cautious about sudden movements and hasn’t followed me upstairs yet, but she’ll eat and drink with me nearby. Progress! I texted my wife photos throughout the day; she was both relieved and a tiny bit jealous when Artemis chose my lap for her board meetings.
We’re considering a vet visit next Saturday, but we don’t want to overload her with new-environment stress. In the meantime, we introduced a few toys. She’s intrigued but politely reserved—however, the cat tower is a hit. Up, down, into the little cubbies—10/10 cute.
Artemis is warming up fast, and I’m completely smitten. Yes, I love our new kitten.