- Written by
John Crane
- Posted 05/23/2004 at 12:13 PM
My search took me all over the midwest, and I came across a breeder in Ohio. After a couple long and interesting conversations, I was sold. I put a deposit down, and had to wait an entire month and a half before my kitten could come home and I would drive out to see him.
As soon as I walked in, Clark and his mother were all over me. They were not shy about wanting to be petted, and wanting to check out the cool stuff I brought with me. Clark loved to play around with another kitten, one they called mouse. She was 5 months older than him, but weighed the same.
I could tell he was the cat for me, so we did all the paperwork, and they gave me tons of advice and free stuff to take home, and that was that. Clark was mine, and we had a 5 hour adventure in the car back to chicago.
The trip home was a breeze; Clark did some wonderfully funny things, like putting his paws up on the door and watching out the windows (like a dog would), climbing in behind the steering wheel and sitting in the little hole were all my gauges are, and also letting out a big ahhhh after I gave him some water at a rest stop. Most of the time he was content to just purr and sleep in my lap, stretching out comfortably every once in a while. I can already tell we’re going to make a good pair.