93 Days and 17 hours… and a Kitten.

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That’s how long it has been since my last cigarette.

That’s right, so far there’ve been NO slip-ups for me!  I am officially three months smoke free, and my Love has gone his first full 24 hours without a cigarette.  He hasn’t quit, but he has still cut back significantly, and finally says he actually wants to quit.

I am so proud of him.

I am so proud of ME!

I have passed on approximately 3,748 cigarettes (~187 packs), which equals to roughly $637.00.

YAY, me!

Okay, enough tooting my own horn.  On to the cute stuff!

Lucky, my kitten (who isn’t really ‘kitten’ size anymore).  I did promise to have pictures (and I do) however, the only ones that are on the computer are from when we first got him, so you will see the ‘ball-o-fluff’ photos for now.

Lucky’s First Bath

This is my Love holding our little man, all wrapped up in a towel after his first bath.

The people (kids, actually.  They looked like they were MAYBE freshmen in college) we got him from really ought to hope that Karma doesn’t exist.  They took them away from their mothers at least a week, if not more, too early.   He was infested with fleas.  I don’t mean he had a couple, I mean he had to have two baths just to get them semi-under-control.  If you held him for more than a few minutes, your hands were covered in little red speckles… which is melted flea poop.  Ew, right?

So, my poor baby was a flea infested orphan, snatched away from his mother much too soon.  If I’d know anything about cats before we got him, I probably would have called animal control on them because of their condition, to be honest.  They were outside in really cold conditions, with approx 5 week old kittens.  They were there before we got there, and still there when we left, and we were inside the store for over an hour.  It’s no wonder that within days, he was so sick we had to take him to the vet, who didn’t think he would survive.  After about a week of force feeding him (because he was so sick he wouldn’t eat) and giving him antibiotics orally and in his food, he began to show slight improvement.

Fast-forward a few months, and he’s a giant beast of a tiger, who is troublesome, a nuisance, and the sweetest little companion (most of the time… when he’s not being evil kitty, lol)… and I love him to death (when he’s not driving me insane!)

Playing with my first toys.

Here he is playing with one of his first toys.  See his fuzzy tiger striped baby fur?  How adorable!

Lucky on the Stairs

He was so tiny!

I have some videos of him at Christmas that I want to share, also… does anyone know how I can insert them into my post?  Please either message me or comment if you can help! 🙂

So, there you have it, my little man when he was a baby.

Ooooh!  I found out how to put some pictures I’d uploaded from my phone onto my actual computer, so here’s a bunch more pictures of our little man!

Doesn’t he look like Yoda here? LOL

Around the end of November… small, but handsome!

So tiny… right after we got him, he fell asleep on my shoulder.

He still likes to sleep with his head upside down… wierdo cat.

Curled-up Kitten Sleepies… so cute!

Fat & Sassy in the window

He reminds me of the Cheshire Cat in this picture 🙂

Mid-January… isn’t he handsome?

It’s impossible not to ‘Awwww’ at that, lol.

This was the day after we got him… he fell asleep in the hood of my hoodie… it was so adorable!

I tell you, he’s evil inside!