Meow Mix-up.

In July, I got the itch for a kitten. We've had two before, one died while getting fixed, and one had a grudge on daddy so she peed on everything he owned (we gave her away.) It took me a month to talk the hubby into it... and once it was ok I started looking around. I found and ad online and thought it was a great deal. A cat under six months: fixed, chipped and all shots for 100$... There's no way you could shop around enough to find a deal like that.  So, I called the lady and everything seemed all good.

The next day the whole family went out to find all the cat necessities. When I called the kitty lady back, she didn't want me to go see the cats she had. She said they were nervous, wild and not going to be good with kids.... I thought - Why wouldn't you tell me all that yesterday when I called asking about them? And why would you advertise them if you we're going to give them away? She even told me to go to a pet store. I was flabbergasted.

 I had to look around again. All the other kittens I was interested in online were taken now. I decided to go into a pet store with a kitty rescue "store" inside, with the family. There he was, a lean mean fighting machine... no, I'm joking. He was a sleeping brown tabby, just what I was looking for. His name was Doran...  doesn't exactly roll off the tong. He had great markings,  playing with William and comfy in my arms... but who wouldn't be with two giant pillows to smush up against. I gave my hubby the thumbs up...  forked over some dough ( it's for charity right?), and brought mister kitten home.
In the car we threw around some new names for our new family member, but nothing stuck. Once home, we let kitty out of the carrier and all of a sudden William shouts " Hey- wheres Ben my kitty?" What? Ben? That's an awesome name! And that's what we named him.

Ben is awesome; except for his 4 a.m. play times. He's super cuddly, very playful, he lets the kids do whatever to him, does his business in his litter box, and I catch him licking the dogs legs once and a while. We're all very happy with him... He wont be with me when I get him "catrated" in 2 weeks.
It's funny how things work out. 

P.s. Keep your nervous and wild kitty you silly cat lady.. we love Ben.