Back in November-ish, we found a tiny kitten in a garbage can. We took him in, cleaned him up, and tried to find him a new home. Meanwhile, we named him Cadmar (Irish for "brave warrior"). He was a tiny little bundle of energy that weighed less than a pound. Here he is in his favorite spot: under my husband's beard.
Well, with us moving to Cincinnati in July (or mybe sooner), we had to try harder to find him a new home. I called all my friends and had no luck. I called people I barely knew and had no luck. Finally, someone stopped by my house to pick up some things they had bought from me. They ended up taking my now teenage, obnoxious, toothy bundle of fur and claws home with them. It was a bittersweet moment: I hate giving up animals I am attached to, but Cadmar was starting to become a menace to my other animals. Plus, I didn't have room in my car for a cocker spaniel and three carriers on a three-day car trip. Either way, bittersweet. So, here are a few favorite pictures of him. He grew so fast!
I am glad I was able to save him from dying that day, but I wish he had learned more manners while living with me. Goodbye, Cadmar, and good luck you crazy, lovey thing!
