Sunday, November 1, 2009
Berry: My First Child
I feel bad that I have written 60 posts and have not yet mentioned Berry. Berry came into my life when I was 20 and living on my own for the first time. Some awful person had put Berry and her brother Bugsy in a bag in the garbage. Berry and Bugsy were dropped off by a Good Samaritan at the clinic where I worked as a veterinary assistant. She was just days old when I took her home. Caring for Berry was similar to caring for a newborn baby. I set an alarm and bottle fed her every three to four hours and took her everywhere with me. Berry loved sleeping on my head as a tiny kitten. I think my hair was the closest thing she could get to a warm mother cat's belly. I have added a couple new people to our bed and Berry has taken it very well. I was worried she would be upset when Oliver was born, but she accepted him right away as a member of the family. As you can see, she now has a new head to curl up against. After ten years of sleeping with a cat on my head, I am quite pleased with the new arrangement.