[She came with that name, by the way ETA: And we’ve changed it to Shula]
She’s a four-year-old rescue cat and has one overriding desire in life – to be the centre of all attention and love from her humans. This, of course, is just horrible for us 🙂
Doug spent 27 years telling me he didn’t want an indoor cat, didn’t want a cat who slept on our bed, didn’t want the fuss etc.
I predicted this would be the result when we got one 🙂
She is beautiful, a real melanic cat with black beans and whiskers and pigmented skin. She’s also been amazingly quick to settle in – none of this “keep her in one small room until she settles in” crap for her! She used the litter tray, played with the cat tree, ate and drank normally, and slept on our bed, as if she had lived her for years instead of a handful of hours. Doug swears she must have Siamese in her. She’s not very vocal though, just has the tiniest little mew. We are keeping her in the large heated sunroom which adjoins our bedroom, so she can be shut out there when she’s being a bit in the way. Much more room than she had at the shelter!
I can’t believe she was there for 2 months. I was in love from the minute we met her, although it wasn’t until we held her, and then the other one I was having trouble choosing between, that we picked her. The other one, who was also a gorgeous, friendly black kitty, just didn’t like being held that day, so Misty won on charm.
This is the first and last cat post from me. However, I need to post the photos from our trip to New Caledonia once I don’t have new cat brain 🙂