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Dad and Dasher (the kitten)
By juliezavala in My Turn
December 28, 2010

Dad and I brought a kitten home today. I'd post a picture but the cat is living up to his name, "Dasher." As soon as we let him out of his carrying box he dashed straight for my bedroom. He spent about an hour under my bed, crying. Then Robert and I spooked him out of the bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen.

I managed to pick him up once. Dad and I took turns holding Dasher and petting him, trying to reassure him that we meant him no harm and we had the best of intentions. He allowed it for about 10 minutes then he was back in the kitchen, under the table.

They told us at the animal shelter that when we figure out what we want to name the kitten we can call them up and they will make us a card with the cat's picture and info. Driving home with the boxed cat sitting in Daddy's lap I asked my dad what he wanted to name his new kitten. I told him the people at the shelter called him Dasher. "Jasper?!", he asked. I told him, no daddy, D-A-S-H-E-R. Daaaassssshhhhherrrr. "Jasper? I guess if you want to name him that. He's your cat," he said.

First of all, this kitten is for my dad. For companionship. I would never have invited a cat into my home on my own. I'm just not a pet person. I will make every effort to accommodate this kitten and care for him. I think my dad will be very happy to have a cat to amuse and entertain him. And maybe I will learn to appreciate having a cat around the house. I have no small children around to give affection to. All four of my grandchildren live in other states.

Anyway, please wish us all luck. We are embarking on a new and strange journey into pet ownership.