Wednesday, October 5, 2011

From Wobbles to Harper...

A week and a half ago I visited The Anti-Cruelty Society and picked up this sweet little miss. I'd been thinking about getting a cat for a week or so and after much deliberation and counsel with my mom and aunt, I decided...ah what the heck?

Several cats had caught my eye on the Anti-Cruelty website but when I went in and started looking around, a small cat in the back reached her paw out to me and made eye contact. As cheesy as it sounds, I think she was saying, "Look at me! Pick me!". Her name, according to the paper chart on her cage, was Wobbles. Strange name for a cat.

I held Wobbles, pet her, and let her walk around in the designated area. She instantly liked me and I liked her too. I looked at several other ginormous cats but when it came down to it, I knew I needed to take this dainty muffin home.

I went through "pet counseling", signed the papers, paid the fee, and Wobbles officially became my little Harper. How did I come up with the name? Well, earlier this year David and Victoria Beckham welcomed a baby girl into their family; a girl they decided to name Harper. When I read the announcement on I fell in love with the name. Although I am indifferent about "The Beckhams", I am grateful for their inspiration. Who knew these international stars could influence my life so profoundly. I applaud you David and Victoria. Here, here.

After spending some time with Harper I quickly learned why her name was "Wobbles". Her gait is slightly off and at times she appears to be slightly under the influence. Not drunk. Just buzzed. I took her to the vet today for her checkup and apparently it's some kind of condition. The vet said most likely her mom contracted a virus while she was pregnant which affected the development of Harper's brain that controls her balance. Something like that. The important thing is that she's a "mild case" and it's not at all life threatening.

Harper is a wonderful addition to my life here in Chicago. The first few days I had her I kept saying to myself: what have I done? I got a cat, what? Why? Can I take her back? Now, I'm so happy I got her. I talk to her in baby talk and everything. Not sure why animals and babies bring that out in humans. Some type of weird phenomenon.

Her favorite place to sleep is my laundry basket. She loves to eat and is a complete spastic when it comes to the litter box. She digs like crazy and litter goes absolutely everywhere! A litter box with walls is currently in route from She sleeps with me for a part of the night and then usually retreats to the laundry basket, only to come back in a few hours later when I wake up. Often times she sits in the bathroom while I get ready in the morning. Oh, and she's a little cry baby. That's pretty much my second name for her.

While I still look forward to finally owning a dog, Harper is exactly what I need right now. She couldn't be any cuter or more wonderful. Definitely a good choice.


  1. Your place in Chicago looks so cute and home-y! And you have a darling, precious little companion too. ♥

  2. I am so Thankful you have little Harper- a.k.a "Little Muffin" :-) :-) :-) God gave us animals to comfort and soothe out souls! I know that Harper was heaven sent just to you! xoxoxo Love you Rissy! xoxoxox Auntie