THE TRIUMPHANT RETURN OF CAT BLOGGING….So why the light blogging today, you ask? Answer: cat shopping!
Today we went down to the shelter where we got Inkblot eight years ago and spent some quality time in their visitor room. At first we had no luck: there was a nice siamese cat who was a little older than we wanted, a fluffy gray cat who was a little too fluffy and a litty too diva-ish, a twitchy black cat who was afraid of her own shadow, and a pear-shaped black cat who was great for a few minutes but then started hissing at us. Then, after we’d almost given up, Marian said, “Let’s look at one more.”
You can see the result below. No name yet, so we’re taking suggestions. She’s three years old, makes a beeline for any open lap, and has already established herself as queen of the household. It took Inkblot a while to even figure out that anything had happened, and when he finally came downstairs he let loose with a few pro forma hisses — which were blithely ignored — and then retreated upstairs. He’s safe there for now, but it won’t last. This cat is going to be queen of the entire house before long.
So we’re once again a two-cat household, and for the time being everything is quiet. We’ll see if it lasts.
