I have a cousin; she is pretty much my favorite cousin. She is sweet natured and gentle and soft hearted, basically the opposite of me. Seriously, she seems to have infinite patience, and if it weren’t for the fact that I have known her my whole life, I would be suspicious. She is one of the very few people that I can honestly say I trust completely and who, when she says something critical I don’t get defensive because I know she wants the best for me.
Anyhow, there were these two stray cats that would come to her door every day and she would feed them, and when it was really cold in the winter she would let them into the basement for the night. One was an all black tom, and the other was a brown tabby female. The female was very friendly, and would purr like nobody’s business when you held or pet her. Eventually, the female got pregnant, by the male, and when my cousin found out, she let her in to give birth in the basement.
She had a litter of 6 black and white kittens. I was unemployed at the time and went over to visit; they were only a couple of days old. From that day on, every time I would go over to my cousin’s, this one little kitten would come right over to me. When I got my other cat, I had wanted a black female, but I ended up with a gray and white tom. Here was this tiny black fur ball, with 7 toes on each paw and a purr that visibly shook her little body.
My godson started bugging me to bring the kitten home with me, I immediately started to delay and give the multitude of reasons why I couldn’t, the main one being that my other cat, who is almost 12, was a very solitary cat and got nasty and territorial whenever I had tried to bring another pet into the house.
Time went on, and all of the other kittens were spoken for, except this one. Finally I caved and said I would try it out, but that I would bring it back if my other cat didn’t accept her. I brought her home, and after much hissing and spitting, three days later he was playing with her and grooming her.
I had been had, but I had no idea how much she would change our household dynamic.
I named her Sekhmet, after the Egyptian Goddess. Sekhmet was a fierce lioness whose name means « the (one who is) powerful ». She is clumsy, very vocal, and adorably stupid. Though she spends most of her time running and playing, she is double her ideal weight. She unintentionally destroys most things she comes into contact with, but will then come up to you, with her mother’s loud purr, and snuggle away all of your anger.Inspired by Mama Kat’s pretty much world famous writing prompts - Introduce a pet