Our new cat
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fenchurchBefore I get on with recounting the day's activities, I need to bring up something I haven't mentioned about our blind cat Polly, even though I probably should have written about it two months ago or so. At the time it was too tough to talk about, and then I put it off because I hadn't said anything and it had been so long it seemed a bit awkward. Back in May, the day before I left on my trip down to California, Polly passed away of kidney failure. We were expecting it, really, but it was still hard when it finally happened. I think leaving on such an extended trip right afterward was probably a good thing, overall... by the time I got home, I'd dealt with missing her and I didn't really ever have to deal with the pangs of being somewhere that was "her space" without her there.
For about the past week, we've been on the lookout for a new cat. We miss having two cats around and Zoë has been showing definite signs of being lonely -- she and Polly must have been interacting much more than we ever thought... because as far as we knew, all Polly ever did was hiss at Zoë, who began to treat such a thing as just Polly's way of saying "Hi!!" Apparently they were covertly speaking to one another in the secret silent cat language the whole time. We've been definitely looking for an adult cat, since we didn't want a kitten (they're cute and cuddly and a whole lot of work), although trying to find one on the younger side. So today we headed to the Seattle Humane Society Adoption Center (which is, rather strangely if you know the area, located in Bellevue (i.e. NOT Seattle)).
She was the actually very first cat we looked at when we walked into the first of the cat rooms (they'd placed her in the Library... a room designed to look like a library, with shelves and ladders for the cats to climb on). She hopped up onto a shelf, came right over and headbutted me in the face and then ran over to do the same to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rackham and we were hooked. We did take a token look at the other cats, but we were pretty much sold on her right from the start.
The vets with the Humane Society estimate that she's about a year and a half old and it's pretty obvious she's had kittens in the past. She was found as a stray about two months ago, but absolutely loves people, so we're guessing she used to have a home somewhere. She's a grey/black striped tabby and she's TINY (I suspect she had her first litter of kittens way too young). Oh, and she's a very loud purrer.
We'd been been bouncing potential names off each other through the whole "adoption" process... with Kaylee, Chanur and Numfar ending up as our top contenders. We figured we'd get her home and spend some more time with her before deciding... but after the third or fourth time one of us slipped up and, without thinking, called her Numfar, we decided that had to be it.
She's been very hard to photograph since she still has her investigating feet on and is moving rather quickly around the house, but here's a shot of her checking out the piano:
It's hard to tell in that photo, but she really is quite tiny... in fact, if they hadn't told us she was a year and a half old, I would have pegged her as being around 9 months old -- very much a gangly, gawky teenager looking cat. But she's very affectionate and, even better, seemed to treat our holding her down and putting caps on her claws as one of the greatest things ever ("There are two humans here! And they're touching me! Glee!")
Poor Zoë just doesn't know quite what to make of Numfar... there's only been a minimal amount of hissing, and Numfar seems to have hit upon *the* best way to get Zoë's goat: Ignore her. So, Numfar's wandering around exploring the house, completely ignoring Zoë who is trailing behind her everywhere she goes... keeping about a yard or so between them at all times. Very funny! But we have high hopes that they'll get used to one another quickly.
For about the past week, we've been on the lookout for a new cat. We miss having two cats around and Zoë has been showing definite signs of being lonely -- she and Polly must have been interacting much more than we ever thought... because as far as we knew, all Polly ever did was hiss at Zoë, who began to treat such a thing as just Polly's way of saying "Hi!!" Apparently they were covertly speaking to one another in the secret silent cat language the whole time. We've been definitely looking for an adult cat, since we didn't want a kitten (they're cute and cuddly and a whole lot of work), although trying to find one on the younger side. So today we headed to the Seattle Humane Society Adoption Center (which is, rather strangely if you know the area, located in Bellevue (i.e. NOT Seattle)).
She was the actually very first cat we looked at when we walked into the first of the cat rooms (they'd placed her in the Library... a room designed to look like a library, with shelves and ladders for the cats to climb on). She hopped up onto a shelf, came right over and headbutted me in the face and then ran over to do the same to
rackham and we were hooked. We did take a token look at the other cats, but we were pretty much sold on her right from the start.The vets with the Humane Society estimate that she's about a year and a half old and it's pretty obvious she's had kittens in the past. She was found as a stray about two months ago, but absolutely loves people, so we're guessing she used to have a home somewhere. She's a grey/black striped tabby and she's TINY (I suspect she had her first litter of kittens way too young). Oh, and she's a very loud purrer.
We'd been been bouncing potential names off each other through the whole "adoption" process... with Kaylee, Chanur and Numfar ending up as our top contenders. We figured we'd get her home and spend some more time with her before deciding... but after the third or fourth time one of us slipped up and, without thinking, called her Numfar, we decided that had to be it.
She's been very hard to photograph since she still has her investigating feet on and is moving rather quickly around the house, but here's a shot of her checking out the piano:
It's hard to tell in that photo, but she really is quite tiny... in fact, if they hadn't told us she was a year and a half old, I would have pegged her as being around 9 months old -- very much a gangly, gawky teenager looking cat. But she's very affectionate and, even better, seemed to treat our holding her down and putting caps on her claws as one of the greatest things ever ("There are two humans here! And they're touching me! Glee!")
Poor Zoë just doesn't know quite what to make of Numfar... there's only been a minimal amount of hissing, and Numfar seems to have hit upon *the* best way to get Zoë's goat: Ignore her. So, Numfar's wandering around exploring the house, completely ignoring Zoë who is trailing behind her everywhere she goes... keeping about a yard or so between them at all times. Very funny! But we have high hopes that they'll get used to one another quickly.
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Date: 2007-07-01 12:02 pm (UTC)