After that last post, I think we need a kitty break.
This was taken on February 2nd. That box, by the way, is one of my boxes of Passover dishes. I decided I didn’t want cat hair in all the Pesach dishes, so I covered that one up and put an empty box there instead, with steps up so that he could get into it easily. I thought I took pictures of Tig in that box, but I can’t find them, so I guess I didn’t. Too bad. They were pretty cute pictures.
The new cat search goes on. There’s a woman out near Dahlgren that runs a home for cats who says she has two young adults that would probably work for me. I may visit this weekend. Depends on how things go. There’s also a possibility of a Maine coon kitten. I can’t decide which I’d rather go with—a cat whose personality is already developed, or one that develops as we go along. Either way, Miss Gracie is going to have to get used to having another cat around again.
We lost our Red Wull a week ago last Monday. He had cancer, too fast-growing, too big. I cried.
A week and a day later, a friend called. There was this big cat hanging around their porch, and they had all the cats they could handle.
We now have a chocolate-point Traditional Siamese, a big friendly cat.
You can never replace them. But you do find the love of another.
Good luck finding your new kitty!
I know you are set on a Maine Coon type kitty, but based on my experience, apple head Siamese are really a special breed. They are very friendly, and chatter boxes once they feel secure.
Sorry for your loss, Joseph.
I didn’t get a cat yesterday. I decided that if I drive out to Wendy’s Cats, I’m coming home with one. So I’m going to wait until kitten season and make my choice with both options available.
Thank you.
Slim remains in the downstairs bathroom for now, but will start going out later this week. Or after he stops spraying.