Today is a big day. We pre-adopted a cat. Kitty actually. It’s a he, only two months old, and not ready to leave the adoption center because of a cold. So we put him on lay-away, as it were, and will wait until next Wednesday for the center to check us out and treat his cold. All adoptions are contingent, and the final papers won’t be given to us until we complete the shots and have him neutered.
This kitten is one large ball of orange with eyes. His picture doesn’t do justice to all that hair, though his sister’s pic below is a better depiction. They are supposed to be medium hair cats, but I don’t think so. There’s too much fluff to them. He’s a clinger which surprised us since he was in with his mom. He’s also about a half-pound heavier than the female. We thought about taking both since I’m aware of the advantages (and disadvantages) of having two cats. But in the end we decided on just the boy when we saw them out of the cage and the wildness was almost too much. They were like The Flying Wallendas and hard to catch.
Yes, I know I will outlive The Pumpkin, but that’s just the nature of having pets. Come to think of it, it is not written that I will outlive this little guy. Anyone want to be his “Cat Parent?” No ceremony involved.
Let the dreams begin.