Kitty-licious

So I have finally decided on a name for my kitten.

Let me begin by saying he was not the kitten I initially had my eye on - no siree - I was after one of his litter mates.

Hubby and I went to the Humane Society and began our search for a kitten to rescue about three weeks ago, when we still had an empty house and nothing but time on our hands.

We walked in and the employees were super chill; I asked what I needed to do if I wanted to hold one of the kittens and one of the employees said, "Oh just open the cages and play with them." Hmmm, okay, I didn't think that was a smart idea to just let any Joe Schmoe off the streets go into Kitten Alley unaccompanied and then give 'em the green light to open as many cages as needed and play with as many cats as needed but I wasn't gonna argue with the woman. So in we went and I immediately saw a gray and white kitten sleeping, snuggling with his or her fellow kittens. I called to the kitty but the group remained asleep. There was, however, one little booger that was at the front of the cage meowing as if there was no tomorrow.

I opened the cage and brushed the Meower aside. I reached for my Sleeping Beauty (which in turn woke up all the other kittens) and held her for a minute. I put her back in the cage to see how she interacted with the other kittens and to try to gauge her personality. As I watched them all play I noticed the cute little personality of the kitten I first brushed aside.

I left that litter alone and started to browse the other cages. The second I turned my attention away from the first cage, my little meower went back to meowing at us. He meowed the whole time and would only stop when we paid attention to him. I went back to him and picked him up and I was in love.

To make a long story longer we ended up adopting him. Since the second we adopted him we've been calling him "Kitty" because I couldn't settle on a name. Every time I thought I found a cute name, I'd call him by it and it just didn't fit him. So he always ended up getting called "Kitty" again.

But then I was at the gym again (Are you surprised?) and I was watching an interview with a gentleman who was running for Governor for the state of New Jersey. I didn't pay the interview much mind at first - I had my headphones plugged up to my iphone and was in a zone with "Fly Leaf." So I played a little game that I like to play when I'm at the gym; I listen to my own music while trying to read the lips of the people on the television. I know. Very elementary of me. But it amuses me and makes time fly by and keeps my mind off of how tired I might get.

So I'm attempting to lipread and I'm only getting a word or two every minute or so - I fail to make progress in my lip-reading skills (or lack thereof) despite the fact that I play this game often - when I give up (as usual with this game). I start to read the captions instead but my angle isn't good so I put "Fly Leaf" on pause and switch over to the television's sound.

I listen to the politician speak and he's charming (however, I don't know a thing about politics so my opinion shouldn't hold much weight). He responds to a question about compassion and whether or not he has enough of it and he begins to explain the mentality of people from New Jersey. He says how they are very compassionate people, however, being that they're from Jersey, their compassion is sometimes mixed with sassiness, (I don't remember the exact adjective he used but it was synonymous to "sassiness") but that sassiness is really just their passion for whatever it is that they are speaking about.

And that, Ladies and Gents, describes my kitty to a tee. He is the sweetest little guy ever. He needs our attention and loves our affection and wouldn't hurt a fly, but every now and again this little guy gets buck-wild. He gets sassy. He gets really in to whatever it is that is going on. He has compassion. He has sass. He finally has a name: Jersey.