Staying home Friday was very nice. I felt much better by the end of the day.
Saturday morning DH decided it was finally time for him to get a cat of his very own. So we took Froggi to the Animal Shelter. (Froggi is the vet/bff) We spent probably 2 hours in the different cat rooms. Froggi and I had to work really hard to pick cats that matched with DH and not ones we liked. All the calicos and torties and little girl tabbies were crawling up my legs but the big laid back males liked DH the best. He finally decided on a 9 week old orange tabby and we stood in line for like an hour to adopt him. The kitten spent half the time hanging out on DH's shoulder and half the time dozing in his arms.
We set up the upstairs bathroom for the kitten. I installed a cat door with power tools and the kitten didn't even flinch. I thought maybe he was deaf but he isn't. He's just that cool. He's cool with just about everything. We've been playing with him downstairs in the evenings and he is great with Tuvok. He's smaller than Tuvok's head but he's not intimidated and Tuvok is so gentle with him.
Froggi brought over some antibiotics to treat the infection from his neuter. She says in a few days he'll be strong enough that we can leave him out while we're not there. He should be more playful and less sleepy when he feels better but his personality shouldn't change. He's a really great cat. Froggi sees hundreds of cats all the time and she says he's one in a million. :-)
DH finally decided to name him Bones. All our pets have names from the Star Trek universe. This kitten is very observant and cool and Bones fits him pretty well.
Ok. I'm going to bed.
Don't let the cat thing get out of hand! My husband is a cat lover too...all outside. I like to watch him walking around the yard with a half dozen cats following every step he takes.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!!! (Three inside is a bare minimum for crazy cat lovers, by the by... *lol* Five is nice, too.)
ReplyDeleteOrange toms are the best. Mine have always been bullies to the other cats, though--I think it's due to a serious jealous streak; orange boyos do love their people.
Black & whites are a very close second in personality perfection, and I'm developing great appreciation for my torbie and brown tabby girls (my "tiger lilies")--brought a wee tiny tabby in from the yard two weeks ago and she's amazing.
Sending head scritches for the new boy...!