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Jun. 11th, 2012 01:49 pmWhen last we met, I was deciding whether Rich and I would be adopting another kitty.
When I called Lisa, the TNR lady, back, she told me about a kitty she was fostering named Mac. The rescue had adopted Mac out as a kitten, but his family had to give him back three years later because they had another child who turned out to be allergic to kitties. Mac had been to fifteen adoption events, but no one wanted to bring him home. I took a gander at his PetFinder listing, and fell in love.
Rich and I went to see the kitties at Lisa's house that very same evening. Mac turned out to be an absolute sweetheart. He was being fostered along with four tiny kittens who were constantly harassing him to play, and the family has two German Shepherds who he was tolerant of, but not exactly friendly with. It wasn't exactly the happiest situation in the world for poor little Mac. The thought of leaving him there absolutely broke my heart.
However, the little male kitten absolutely wrapped Rich around his wee paw. Since at the time he wasn't ready to come home yet, we made the decision to adopt Mac and take him home that same night.
We changed his name to Oberon, as we felt it better fit his elfin Russian Blue face. We call him Obi for short. He's settling in beautifully; he didn't stop purring for about two days after we brought him home, and he's an absolute snuggle-fiend.
As for the baby kitten that stole Rich's heart, he's going to the vet to be neutered and get his final vaccinations on Wednesday. If all goes well, he'll spend Thursday recovering at his foster home, and will come home on Friday. We plan to call him Puck, since we already have a feeling that he's going to be trouble. ;)
In non-kitty related news, I am ridiculously, depressingly out of shape. It's bad, you guys. I can barely get the lawn mowed without falling over in an out-of-breath heap. When I tried to ride my bike the other day, I got about fifty feet up our hill, and had to get off and walk the rest of the way. It was embarassing. Not to mention, my pants aren't fitting quite right these days.
This is probably the result of entirely too much sitting on my ass. My goal, starting now, is thirty minutes of vigorous exercise at least three times a week. Mowing the lawn counts, yoga does not. Neither does playing with the cat. I intend to get my pants fitting properly before faire starts. Perhaps I shall buy a hula hoop, for days when I don't feel like riding my bike.
When I called Lisa, the TNR lady, back, she told me about a kitty she was fostering named Mac. The rescue had adopted Mac out as a kitten, but his family had to give him back three years later because they had another child who turned out to be allergic to kitties. Mac had been to fifteen adoption events, but no one wanted to bring him home. I took a gander at his PetFinder listing, and fell in love.
Rich and I went to see the kitties at Lisa's house that very same evening. Mac turned out to be an absolute sweetheart. He was being fostered along with four tiny kittens who were constantly harassing him to play, and the family has two German Shepherds who he was tolerant of, but not exactly friendly with. It wasn't exactly the happiest situation in the world for poor little Mac. The thought of leaving him there absolutely broke my heart.
However, the little male kitten absolutely wrapped Rich around his wee paw. Since at the time he wasn't ready to come home yet, we made the decision to adopt Mac and take him home that same night.
We changed his name to Oberon, as we felt it better fit his elfin Russian Blue face. We call him Obi for short. He's settling in beautifully; he didn't stop purring for about two days after we brought him home, and he's an absolute snuggle-fiend.
As for the baby kitten that stole Rich's heart, he's going to the vet to be neutered and get his final vaccinations on Wednesday. If all goes well, he'll spend Thursday recovering at his foster home, and will come home on Friday. We plan to call him Puck, since we already have a feeling that he's going to be trouble. ;)
In non-kitty related news, I am ridiculously, depressingly out of shape. It's bad, you guys. I can barely get the lawn mowed without falling over in an out-of-breath heap. When I tried to ride my bike the other day, I got about fifty feet up our hill, and had to get off and walk the rest of the way. It was embarassing. Not to mention, my pants aren't fitting quite right these days.
This is probably the result of entirely too much sitting on my ass. My goal, starting now, is thirty minutes of vigorous exercise at least three times a week. Mowing the lawn counts, yoga does not. Neither does playing with the cat. I intend to get my pants fitting properly before faire starts. Perhaps I shall buy a hula hoop, for days when I don't feel like riding my bike.
