Today, I came across a whole bunch of photos of Brucy when she was a little kitten. Now, 2 years later, when she wakes me up 6 times a night because she wants to play/eat/run/bite my feet, I sometimes forget how cute and adorable she once was. I am sure many of you will agree that the kitten-days are the most blissful periods of owning a cat.
I know that it is an adopt-a-cat month and I will not lie, I am very tempted to adopt a cat #2. I would love to re-live the periods when your kitten fits in your palm as is too small to even jump on the sofa. Unfortunately, as I travel often, I am scared that finding a cat-sitter for two cats. But then Brucy would probably be excited to have a baby brother? What are your experiences with introducing a new cat into the family?