For the past few years I've put off getting a kitten. Long story short, I'm in a great place so I felt now is finally the right time to get on with my adult life.
Meet Arya, my eight week old kitty friend.
I had no idea she would be this beautiful as the litter came with no pictures and a simple brief description. When the guy pulled her out the cat carrier I was completely blown away, she has bright striking green-blue eyes the colour of the North Sea.
She is honestly perfect, really friendly and confident and her markings are lovely. Even my housemate who hates cats is impressed by how sweet she is, he keeps trying to act cool but I caught them napping together today. And he couldn't help but smile when she climbed on him, even when her little claws accidentally dug in a little.
I've named her Arya after the Game of Thrones character.
She's settled in really well, I wasn't sure how she would sleep last night but she didn't cry once. She simply hopped up on my bed and went to sleep next to me, she woke up for food when I did at 6 this morning. When I stirred she licked my face, which was a big change from one of my parent's cats who savages your face if you disturb her sleep. But to be honest that cat is absolutely mental and not a fair example of felines.
She's currently sleeping alongside my leg and purring. :) yay for a nice life with Arya.
From now on my dating pool doesn't include men who don't like cats.
