It’s a Boy!
For some time now, I’ve had it in my head to get myself a cat, partly because Minx seems to have been lonely and partly because, after 35 years of being pet-free (fish don’t count; they’re decor) I’m ready.
I hied myself out to the Land Beyond the Airport, to a home where a very nice lady fosters cats from the local humane society. She had nine in a large enclosure, so I went in and sat down. It didn’t take long for half a dozen to converge upon me, all sniffing and rubbing my ankles, and competing for lap space. One little guy was just too cute and cuddly to pass up, and I ended up taking him home with me.
Mags (short for Magnolia) is a gray and creme tiger kitty, just about a year old and about half Minx’s size. There’s been a little mutual hissing, and Mags is hiding out a lot, but he did consent to emerge for a vigorous round of petting this evening.
I sense more than a few unbearably-cute-cat posts in the Reading Public’s future.
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