11.21.08
It’s Twins!
Stuart and I went to the shelter today and spent several hours. First, we made half a dozen passes around the cat enclosure, looking at all of them and reading the information on them. Then we held two juvenile cats and three adult cats, each in turn, to see how well they responded. My husband held a 6 month old black cat with a single dot of white on its chest. She had a sweet face and soft fur, and settled down quickly and just laid there and let him pet her while she purred. He was instantly attached. I, however, could see this is a cat I’d not get any time with.
The other juvenile we held was also 6 months old. He was napping in his litter box while we were walking around looking at cats, and I found this immediately endearing. He’s also orange and striped, like Grendel, except his belly and legs are white, whereas Grendel was orange all over but for a narrow strip of white up his belly. They fed them shortly after we arrived, and this perked him right up. He ate a little, then started trying to bury his food dish. In the process, he knocked it over and spilled it. So it’s really not going to get buried now, unless he… pulls the towel over all of it. He spent an hour being most amusing, swatting at the staffer in the room when he came close, and chasing his food all over the cube. He also had a funny habit of picking one piece of kibble up with his paw and eating it off his paw. He didn’t try to eat me when I held him, and he purred as loudly as the black kitten, but his eyes were everywhere. I saw him as a junior to Grendel.
So, after we had it narrowed down to those two, we walked around the cat area several more times and hemmed and hawed. My husband finally said, since I was going to be home with it all day, I should get the one I wanted. I knew, though, that he really, really wanted the black cat. So I asked him if we couldn’t have both? His and hers cats? He took to that idea pretty quickly, so he’s got the quiet, loving cat, and I have the wee beastie. (Come to think of it, my first cat, Sylvester, was a bit of a beast; I guess I like tough, independent cats; probably because I’m somewhat allergic and I can’t love on them for long periods of time without getting my nose in a twist; I want a cat to love a bit, then get down.)
So, we’ve paid their fees and they’re going to the vet Monday to get fixed, and then I can bring them home Monday evening. I’ll put pictures up on my website next week.
