Well after about 8 months I finally find the time to talk about my kitty, Nya.
She came home on the 3/11/08. She was just a skinny little thing, all black with yellow eyes and about 1 year old, as the vet told us. She has been a stray for a while and she had had kittens but the vet told us they didn't find them. When Nya was found she had been injured. She had a big shoe mark at her side where some evil person had kicked her. She was almost paralized on her two back legs. Someone found her and took her to the nearby vet. Becky (the vet) took care of her and managed to save her and her back legs. But she couldn't keep her as she already has a couple of cats and dogs. So the little black kitty was looking for a home.
Talking with my boyfriend we decided to give it a try. Of course we first had to see how she'd get along with the dog of the house, the silly and always hungry Holly. So I went to a vet on that Tuesday to see how the cat would like me. What I didn't really expect that day was to come home with a cat carrier and a small black kitty whose name so far had been "stray cat".
We put the carrier, which she prefered as a bed, in the back bedroom and as we weren't prepared we took a loaned litter tray. The same night we went out and bought her a few toys and other things. She seemed to like her new room though she was still warry. We bought her a nice comfortable bed but she never slept in it. She like her little cat carrier more. I guess it made her feel safe because it was the same cat carrier the vet used to carry her in.
Naming her was quite easy. At first I suggested we call her Becky, like the vet who saved her. But James wanted something more japanese. He suggested several names which I didn't really like, until he mentioned "Nya". It's not a name, it's means "meow" in japanese. So our kitty is named Meow. Which suits her because she likes to meow a lot and talk back to people. The funny thing is that she knows her name and 9 out of 10 times she comes when you call her. Of course she has some nicknames as well: Miss Meow Meow, Purrmeow, Evil Kitty. She seems to be fine with all of them.
Day by day she started exploring the house. And the people and dog leaving in it. She met Holly. Of course Holly's first reaction was to chase her but after a few days of us sitting down and playing with both of them, they seemed to get along just fine. By christmas day they were opening presents together on the rug. Though Holly is still a bit not quite sure about Nya.
I'm glad we got this little cat. Sometimes I look at her and think about how much pain and hardships this little cat has been through and it makes me sad. But then I am glad because now she seems happy. At least she is somewhere safe and no bad people can hurt her ever again. She is not a pure breed, in her medical book it just says "Domestic short hair" but I wouldn't change her for any other cat in the world. I know a lot of people prefer animals with pedigrees but there are so many cats and dogs out there that need a home that it seems weird to me to have to spend a lot for money for one with a certain colour or a certain "shape". Besides, would any meowing be as cute as the meowing of my little Miss Meow Meow?
Next time: A day in the life of Miss Nya
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