My cousin said something very wise: wait a few weeks, it will be spring, there will be lots of kitties. She's right. Only I'm not going to make it that long.
Tomorrow's a holiday, and I have all day long to play with my new cat. Here are my choices:
- "Dolly" a charming tabby cat, 6 years old, with an excellent mew and gorgeous markings. She also has a kink in her tail that really pretty much grosses me out. I'm wondering if this is something I can "work with" as the Buddhists say. She does cute headbutts and her mew is to die for; it's like a doorbell: "excuse me but I'm mewing now." She's soft and lustrous and built like a German milkmaid.
- "Candy Cane". I know. So stripper. And this cat is anything but an exhibitionist. In fact, this little 2 year old is so skittish she will actually hiss at you if you try to pet her. For me, she just shuddered with distaste. She's a lovely black shorthair, which is what I wanted, with lively green eyes.
It's an overcast Sunday and my laundry is in the wash cycle. Definitely a day to drag a friend to the pound.
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