Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Kitteh! And stuff.
Wow, I haven't posted in a long time! And I can't even say for sure when I will be doing it again steadily. One day at a time, I guess.
Anyway, for those who only saw the tweets about our new kitteh, and not the Facebook stuff, (or neither!) here it is!
We were starting the return trip home from our End of Summer/Back to School Shopping trip in Amarillo, but we had one more stop to make for TheClone, at Michael's, the craft store. MrMike and I didn't really feel like shopping for crafts, but there was a Petco next door, so we went there.
The local SPCA had a display of adoptable animals there, and amazingly enough, it was the first day for a kitty with a neck ruff, a floofy tail, and tufts at her ears and between her toe pads, the traits of a Maine Coon type cat. Both Paws and Souvenir of happy memory were of this type, and we are hooked on their great personalities.
MrMike and I both held the kitteh for a bit, then we put her back so I could start the interview and paperwork. She had been tense while we held her, but after being back in her box a few minutes, she started trying to reach out to us through the screen! That was a good sign!
They agreed to the interstate adoption and gave us a cardboard box with holes in it to transport her for the four hour trip home. You know how some cats go mental in cars? With this one (quickly named Amarillo), we opened the box to see what would happen, once we had all the doors shut. She was perfectly content to just lay there in her box with MrMike petting her now and then!
She is about 1 1/2 years old. Her story is the same old sad song, former owners who latched onto a cute kitten one summer and were shocked, SHOCKED! when she produced six kittens the next. Solution: dump her and her babies at a shelter (and probably start over, if I know the type).
Once we got home, we grabbed a quick pic, showed her where the food and facilities are, and turned her loose. That was Sunday evening. Understandably, she has made herself scarce. Not only has she moved from a small cage to a giant two story house full of Stuff (and many hiding places) but there are two cats and two dogs to figure out how to interact with. We catch a glimpse of her several times a day, and I have set out her own source of food and water in the basement, which she seems to prefer because she only has to share it with the other cats a little bit. She does come upstairs some, though, and I think pretty soon she will have enough confidence to start getting to know her new family.
Anyway, for those who only saw the tweets about our new kitteh, and not the Facebook stuff, (or neither!) here it is!
We were starting the return trip home from our End of Summer/Back to School Shopping trip in Amarillo, but we had one more stop to make for TheClone, at Michael's, the craft store. MrMike and I didn't really feel like shopping for crafts, but there was a Petco next door, so we went there.
The local SPCA had a display of adoptable animals there, and amazingly enough, it was the first day for a kitty with a neck ruff, a floofy tail, and tufts at her ears and between her toe pads, the traits of a Maine Coon type cat. Both Paws and Souvenir of happy memory were of this type, and we are hooked on their great personalities.
MrMike and I both held the kitteh for a bit, then we put her back so I could start the interview and paperwork. She had been tense while we held her, but after being back in her box a few minutes, she started trying to reach out to us through the screen! That was a good sign!
They agreed to the interstate adoption and gave us a cardboard box with holes in it to transport her for the four hour trip home. You know how some cats go mental in cars? With this one (quickly named Amarillo), we opened the box to see what would happen, once we had all the doors shut. She was perfectly content to just lay there in her box with MrMike petting her now and then!
She is about 1 1/2 years old. Her story is the same old sad song, former owners who latched onto a cute kitten one summer and were shocked, SHOCKED! when she produced six kittens the next. Solution: dump her and her babies at a shelter (and probably start over, if I know the type).
Once we got home, we grabbed a quick pic, showed her where the food and facilities are, and turned her loose. That was Sunday evening. Understandably, she has made herself scarce. Not only has she moved from a small cage to a giant two story house full of Stuff (and many hiding places) but there are two cats and two dogs to figure out how to interact with. We catch a glimpse of her several times a day, and I have set out her own source of food and water in the basement, which she seems to prefer because she only has to share it with the other cats a little bit. She does come upstairs some, though, and I think pretty soon she will have enough confidence to start getting to know her new family.
