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kybearfuzz) wrote2016-04-01 07:51 pm
kybearfuzz) wrote2016-04-01 07:51 pm
A New Kitty
I was searching more local pet shelters last weekend and still found nothing I felt was a match. I went to a Petsmart where there was a very sweet little female cat that I strongly considered, but yet I hesitated. She was shy and friendly, but aloof. She reminded me seriously of Maggie, so I was hesitant to adopt her for fear it was for the wrong reason (i.e. a Maggie replacement). I left, but emailed the charity during the week to inquire about her, but was told that she had been adopted by a young female college student. I was happy she found a home.
Today, after work, I decided to stop by the animal shelter down the road from my house. I'm not sure what I was looking for. I just felt that I needed a sign of sorts to know that a particular cat was for me. And I hadn't felt that yet. The animal shelter is set-up nicely with a room just for cat adoptions, full of nice cages segmented so the litter and food are in separate "rooms" for each cat. I particularly loved this poster on the wall. It has a nice bearded daddy bear and a ginger cat, two of my favorite things.
I went into the cat area and was drawn immediately to a 2-year-old male orange tabby named "Sly." No one was looking at him. There were other people there, but they were more interested in the few kittens, or one of the female cats on the other side of the room.
When I opened his cage, he was sleeping in the corner. He sleepily looked up at me. I carefully reached in and scratched him behind the ear and he started purring. He is a handsome feller, but still wasn't sold on the idea of him yet.
He carefully climbed down from his perch and stretch his back while I pet his back.
He was purring up a storm. He then got up on his hind legs, put his paws on my chest, and rubbed his face across my beard.
That was the sign I was looking for.
He did it a couple more times and seems like a genuinely sweet cat. According to his file, he was a stray and the vet estimated his age to be about two years old. He's healthy, with soft fur, and very personable, so he's not been a stray long.
I put him back in the cage, noticing that his fuzzy nuts were still intact, so I assumed he was a relatively new arrival. I filled out an application and was approved. They micro-chipped him and told me that they would have him fixed on Monday and I could pick him up on Monday afternoon.
As for names, I'm debating. Usually I pick an "M" name for the kitties, but based on his dark brown/orange colors, I'm leaning towards naming him "Copper" (like a penny). Being a chemist, I think it might be a fun name. Much better than "Sly."
Today, after work, I decided to stop by the animal shelter down the road from my house. I'm not sure what I was looking for. I just felt that I needed a sign of sorts to know that a particular cat was for me. And I hadn't felt that yet. The animal shelter is set-up nicely with a room just for cat adoptions, full of nice cages segmented so the litter and food are in separate "rooms" for each cat. I particularly loved this poster on the wall. It has a nice bearded daddy bear and a ginger cat, two of my favorite things.I went into the cat area and was drawn immediately to a 2-year-old male orange tabby named "Sly." No one was looking at him. There were other people there, but they were more interested in the few kittens, or one of the female cats on the other side of the room.
When I opened his cage, he was sleeping in the corner. He sleepily looked up at me. I carefully reached in and scratched him behind the ear and he started purring. He is a handsome feller, but still wasn't sold on the idea of him yet.
He carefully climbed down from his perch and stretch his back while I pet his back.He was purring up a storm. He then got up on his hind legs, put his paws on my chest, and rubbed his face across my beard.
That was the sign I was looking for.
He did it a couple more times and seems like a genuinely sweet cat. According to his file, he was a stray and the vet estimated his age to be about two years old. He's healthy, with soft fur, and very personable, so he's not been a stray long.
I put him back in the cage, noticing that his fuzzy nuts were still intact, so I assumed he was a relatively new arrival. I filled out an application and was approved. They micro-chipped him and told me that they would have him fixed on Monday and I could pick him up on Monday afternoon.
As for names, I'm debating. Usually I pick an "M" name for the kitties, but based on his dark brown/orange colors, I'm leaning towards naming him "Copper" (like a penny). Being a chemist, I think it might be a fun name. Much better than "Sly."
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His colors could also be wulfenite. Or orpiment!
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it's a boy!