His name is Mr. Crowley. -From the song. Not from Supernatural. (I’ve been asked this a few times already)
We got him from our neighbors after David told me he was looking to get me a kitten, we were on the phone one day while picking up Fin from school and she happened to overhear me and say, “We have one! You can have him!” I asked her if she was serious, she said to let her talk to her husband to make sure he was okay with it, she gave me a big thumbs up over the fence later that evening and the next day we brought him home with us (after a trip to Walmart for a quick little litterbox and some toys and food).
The funny thing about this kitty is that the kids and I fed/played with him when he was only 2 weeks old. The neighbors across from us had found them stranded and taken them in (them being him and his sister), they then asked our neighbor to kittysit them for a weekend while they were out of town. The kids had been begging to see them since their friend had been nonstop talking about how cute they were so we finally spent a bit over there just talking about how stinkin’ cute they both were never knowing that a few months later one would belong to each of us.
Our neighbors later adopted them from the across the street neighbors but that gave them 4 animals so they were more than okay with sending one our way.
After this summer when Roscoe ran away, I’ve been all heartbroken about it since he was older than our kids, he was the first pet we got as a couple, David knew that and had been planning this secretly for months, but could never find a kitten around here to look into getting for me so he finally just told me his plans which worked out perfectly because our neighbor happened to be standing right there overhearing the conversation!
We love him so much already! He likes to walk across my keyboard when I’m trying to get work done or crawl up my leg (ouch) until I pick him up and love on him, then he’ll just lie here purring and enjoying the fact that he’s just stopped me from doing whatever it was I was doing.
I set up a basket with some handtowels in it beside my laptop and he’ll often just hop in there and nap next to me.
The kids love him! They constantly want to just hold him. Even Owen which scares the hell out of me, but Mr Crowley doesn’t seem to mind. Owen gets so excited every single time the cat even moves in the slightest. It’s cute, really.
Oh and his one eye, he was born with an infection that got scratched so he’s never really been able to see out of it anyway, but a few weeks later he ended up in the vet to get it removed after a bit of a gross story that I’m going to spare you guys of.
He doesn’t even notice that he only has the one though, since it’s always been like that for him. It does make life with him a bit more interesting though. He tends to over/under estimate his jumps sometimes and sometimes will stumble a little as he’s walking around or jumping up the stairs. He’s a crazy little furball, but he definitely fits right into the mix here!