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The hole in my house since the loss of my wonderful friend Stumps was unbearable.
My friend J from school/hospice finally got fed up with my moping. "Go to the shelter and get yourself another orange tabby!"
So I did. Sort of. I went to the local animal shelter to look at the kitties. I considered a dog as well, but concluded a dog is just too much work given my hectic schedule.
I found several orange tabbies I really liked. They were all really nice cats: friendly, mellow. But I kept thinking of Stumps and felt very sad.
Then I saw this cute little grey tabby kitten. She was both affectionate and playful. Loads of energy: vigourously snuggling one minute, chasing a bottle cap on the floor the next, then trying to jump as high as she could against, of all things, a wall . . . ignoring the baby door she could easily have jumped over to run loose in the shelter. Purred all the while. I couldn't help but laugh, and I suddenly felt very joyful. I knew she was the one.
So I filled out the paperwork and paid the adoption fee. She got spayed yesterday and I brought her home today. She's been bouncing off the walls ever since. She'll come snuggle, the dash off down the hall and run hither and yon.
The shelter named her Selli, but I'm not sure I'm going to keep the name. But she sure is a silly girl.
I tried to get some pictures but she'll hardly hold still enough for me to take one. Most came out really blurred. Here's a couple.
Right now she's going nuts attaching a feather cat chase toy on the couch next to me. She seems really happy to be home with me.
I'm happy to have her. The house doesn't feel empty any more
Now I just have to teach her to stay off the laptop when I'm blogging
She's really good about the claws though. She doesn't bite or claw when she's playing. She doesn't even use her claws when she twists the wrong way and slides off my lap
My friend J from school/hospice finally got fed up with my moping. "Go to the shelter and get yourself another orange tabby!"
So I did. Sort of. I went to the local animal shelter to look at the kitties. I considered a dog as well, but concluded a dog is just too much work given my hectic schedule.
I found several orange tabbies I really liked. They were all really nice cats: friendly, mellow. But I kept thinking of Stumps and felt very sad.
Then I saw this cute little grey tabby kitten. She was both affectionate and playful. Loads of energy: vigourously snuggling one minute, chasing a bottle cap on the floor the next, then trying to jump as high as she could against, of all things, a wall . . . ignoring the baby door she could easily have jumped over to run loose in the shelter. Purred all the while. I couldn't help but laugh, and I suddenly felt very joyful. I knew she was the one.
So I filled out the paperwork and paid the adoption fee. She got spayed yesterday and I brought her home today. She's been bouncing off the walls ever since. She'll come snuggle, the dash off down the hall and run hither and yon.
The shelter named her Selli, but I'm not sure I'm going to keep the name. But she sure is a silly girl.
I tried to get some pictures but she'll hardly hold still enough for me to take one. Most came out really blurred. Here's a couple.
Right now she's going nuts attaching a feather cat chase toy on the couch next to me. She seems really happy to be home with me.
I'm happy to have her. The house doesn't feel empty any more
Now I just have to teach her to stay off the laptop when I'm blogging
She's really good about the claws though. She doesn't bite or claw when she's playing. She doesn't even use her claws when she twists the wrong way and slides off my lap
(Thus, no comments from teh)
She is sooo cute. I love gray tabbies.
I AM the evil bastard!
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