Back in April 2010 we were invited over to our neighbor’s house for Wine & Kitten Friday. The kittens, named Trip and Freddy, were a pair of barely-formed orphans being plumped up and groomed for adoption at the Animal Rescue League of Boston.
We did one more Wine and Kitten Friday a couple of weeks later. Their eyes were no longer blue, and their legs had grown so that they could actually walk instead of waddle. They were so cute it was unforgivable. I had an immediate favorite. Trip purred every time I picked him up, and even for a rambunctious little kitty he sat nicely in my lap, while Freddy ran around the apartment in a frenzy. Not that Freddy wasn’t perfectly edible as well! He was just a little more into exploring the world.
Now I have met with many a cat in my life, and the only two who enjoy sitting in laps and who look you in the eye and purr are Bunny and Veebs. They are rare breeds, very rare…I looked at Trip in my lap, Trip looked at me, I looked at Dan, Dan looked at me, Trip looked at Dan, Marna (the foster) looked at all of us and laughed, because she knew we had decided right then and there that he was coming home with us.
Towards the end of May, Trip was ready to be adopted. We took him home just a few hours after his surgery, and renamed him Bingley. Bingley is a character in my favorite book Pride & Prejudice. Everyone likes him because he is always good-natured and so pleased to meet your acquaintance…
It broke my heart a little that we couldn’t bring both brothers home. The way they played while at the foster’s! gah! so cute! Bunny & Veebs were shelter brothers too, so it would have been satisfyingly symmetrical to have two pairs of brothers in the house. But the Elders, as they are now called, are well, elderly, and as you can see from above, they are constantly under seige. Two kittens would probably just finish them off for good. Luckily for everyone, Freddy didn’t need to spend a day at the animal shelter either! He was adopted the same day by Lisa. We are now cat in-laws. Crazy cat in-laws.
A couple months later Lisa brought Freddy – now Buddy – over for a play date. But the light, carefree kitten play of yore was over. Both had sprouted sharp teeth and talons in the months apart, and Bingley’s kick-the-crap-out-of-every-cat-I-see stage was especially in high gear. Buddy hasn’t been over since. I don’t blame him.
When he’s not being a jerk, Bingley enjoys playing fetch. (!!!!) (!!!!)
Bingley in May at barely a pound to Bingley now at 14 pounds.
I’ve never owned a cat from such a young age, and it’s been so fun to watch him grow, especially the tufts under his paws and his luxurious mink stole of a tail. His hips are growing at a much faster rate than his head, so he’s a very shapely bowling pin. Lisa and I have decided Bingley and Buddy are Maine Coon/Siberian/Forest Cat/panther/banshee mix, so I’m really hoping Bingley will be go from the smallest and largest cat I’ve ever had. Bigger is better!
This cat kicks ass.
Edited to add: Here are a few photos of Buddy all grown up. He’s turned into quite a sleek and sexy little minx!