Guess what?
I (finally) got my kitty!
He came from a local cat rescue and we picked him out on Wednesday. And that was an ordeal! The woman who runs the rescue has around 60 cats in her own home. Some of them were inside only, some of them wandered in and out at will, and some had cat cages in sheds in the backyard for night, and just cruised around the backyard during the day. We told her that we wanted an inside cat, so she steered us away from picking any that she thought would fret without their outside time.
I do feel slightly guilty, because she was telling us how the black cats were always the hardest to adopt and I told her that people are silly and black cats are beautiful, but then got a tabby! She was steering us towards the black kitties, but I realised that I couldn't cope with a cat looking similar to Cricket. Hell, I cried last week because I saw a pile of clothes on the bed in the dark and thought it was Cricket. Seeing a black cat continually around the house would break my heart.
Anyway the decision came down to this boy, who was named Perry, and a brown tabby called Dee. To be honest, I was leaning towards Dee because she looks exactly like a cat in what was my very favourite book while I was growing up. We eventually decided against her because she does have somewhere else to go. She isn't going to a home with a family, but she'll be employed by the local pet food company as a food tester! She'll be well fed and well looked after, and I know they get retired to real homes later because I met one of the retirees. In fact, she would have been on my short list too if she wasn't 10 years old.
So, if we'd gotten Dee, Perry would still have needed a home, but if we got Perry, they'd both have homes. So it was a done deal.
We picked him up yesterday afternoon and he's settled into the bathroom/sprare bedroom/hallway very quickly. We started off with just the bathrrom and hallway but he got out into the lounge room (meeting our dog as well, and that looks like it'll be okay), so we decided he probably wanted the end room as well. So he spent the night sleeping happily on the spare bed and digging the kitty litter all over the floor.
Neither my partner and I were particularly thrilled about the name Perry, so we'd been talking about it since Wednesday and we've decided to call him Minstrel. He'll be Minstrel Perry, so we can still use the obligatory Phineas and Ferb jokes. In fact, if we can think of a last name for him, he'll then be Minstrel P. *insert name here* for dignified occasions. xd
And ... I'm sure I've got more to write, but that'll do for the moment. It's just all so exciting!
I (finally) got my kitty!
He came from a local cat rescue and we picked him out on Wednesday. And that was an ordeal! The woman who runs the rescue has around 60 cats in her own home. Some of them were inside only, some of them wandered in and out at will, and some had cat cages in sheds in the backyard for night, and just cruised around the backyard during the day. We told her that we wanted an inside cat, so she steered us away from picking any that she thought would fret without their outside time.
I do feel slightly guilty, because she was telling us how the black cats were always the hardest to adopt and I told her that people are silly and black cats are beautiful, but then got a tabby! She was steering us towards the black kitties, but I realised that I couldn't cope with a cat looking similar to Cricket. Hell, I cried last week because I saw a pile of clothes on the bed in the dark and thought it was Cricket. Seeing a black cat continually around the house would break my heart.
Anyway the decision came down to this boy, who was named Perry, and a brown tabby called Dee. To be honest, I was leaning towards Dee because she looks exactly like a cat in what was my very favourite book while I was growing up. We eventually decided against her because she does have somewhere else to go. She isn't going to a home with a family, but she'll be employed by the local pet food company as a food tester! She'll be well fed and well looked after, and I know they get retired to real homes later because I met one of the retirees. In fact, she would have been on my short list too if she wasn't 10 years old.
So, if we'd gotten Dee, Perry would still have needed a home, but if we got Perry, they'd both have homes. So it was a done deal.
We picked him up yesterday afternoon and he's settled into the bathroom/sprare bedroom/hallway very quickly. We started off with just the bathrrom and hallway but he got out into the lounge room (meeting our dog as well, and that looks like it'll be okay), so we decided he probably wanted the end room as well. So he spent the night sleeping happily on the spare bed and digging the kitty litter all over the floor.
Neither my partner and I were particularly thrilled about the name Perry, so we'd been talking about it since Wednesday and we've decided to call him Minstrel. He'll be Minstrel Perry, so we can still use the obligatory Phineas and Ferb jokes. In fact, if we can think of a last name for him, he'll then be Minstrel P. *insert name here* for dignified occasions. xd
And ... I'm sure I've got more to write, but that'll do for the moment. It's just all so exciting!
