Well, that older kitty was still at the shelter. But she bites. I can put up with a lot, but I don't want to pull back a bloody stump every time I try to pet my cat. I hope she finds an understanding family.
But while we were there..... you can see where this is going, can't you?
We brought home not one, but two! cats. The thought being that they can keep each other company. We always felt that Emy was a bit lonely by herself, but we couldn't bring another kitty into a FeLv positive home.
Patch is about 18 months old. Her owner surrendered her because a family member was allergic. She's a beautiful tortoiseshell (with a bit of white) and loves to flop on her back for belly rubs and wrestling matches. She also has an unfortunate obsession in the cockatiels - who now live in a fortress reinforced with wire mesh.
Tootsie (aka 'streak of lightning', aka 'mad hatter', aka 'hell on 4 paws', aka 'no! no!') is 7 months old and was found on I-30. Tootsie is a grey and black tabby shaped like a Siamese. She's got that ear-shattering Siamese wail too. I'd forgotten what it's like having a high-octane kitten in the house.There was a bit of hissing and spitting between the two cats - mainly on Patch's side. Now, there are signs of play and tolerance, so I think they'll both survive the introduction. We may survive, too, although it's been exhausting trying to kitten-proof everything.
It was worth it when we were both sitting in the living room last night, Patch draped over my lap (and the arm of the couch, with her back legs sticking out in the air) and Tootsie (finally zonked out) stretched out next to my DH with her head on his ankle.
Aren't cats wonderful?
Late update! They've got official names now. The names above were assigned by the shelter.
Patch is now Bonnie (Scottish for 'very pleasing to the eye').
Tootsie is now Scamp (and that one's self explanatory!).