…for just one day. And I’m feeling all of the emotions, you guys!
(Also sorry to any of you who may have just freaked out a little. I couldn’t help myself. Heh.)
Daniel is leaving to go on a little trip tomorrow morning and we’ll be apart for the first time since we got married in November 2013.
This cat-raising business is not for the faint of heart, you guys. Daniel and I had a HELL of a weekend dealing with little Miss Pixel being on heat. Like on the hottest of heat.
Let me start at the beginning.
We have a kitty named Pixel, if you don’t know that by now you must be new here. Hi.
She’s the baby in our home (and will remain so for quite some time – sorry, Dad).
She’s cute and fluffly and she’s 9 months old now. We hadn’t had her sterilised up until this point because she’s an indoor cat and there didn’t seem to be any rush.
Up until now.
You may wonder to whom the title of this post is referring… Well, that would be my 4-month-old kitten, Pixel.
As the first cat I’ve ever had the privilege of belonging to, I got lucky with Pixel. Daniel and I know as much.