Fuffy loves to cuddle but he doesn’t know me well yet.
We remain a four-cat household and when Miette passes, we will stick to our promise of being a three-cat only household. Despite the headline, we’re not turning into a crazy-person cat hoarding shelter. It’s about my in-laws’ new kitten to keep their slightly older cat Ninja (lame! I call her Spumoni which is more imaginative) company. He’s a darling champagne-colored male they’ve named poorly again, Fuffy. Fuffy? Good thing cats can’t communicate like humans, he’d be getting his ass kicked on the kitten playground. Do I have anything better? Not now yet I know I could easily do better. Give me a week.
Licking her chops after eating some wet food.
The other cat is a stray who has filled the vacuum left by Toci who probably disappeared to give birth. She is a skittish but cute oddly patterned tortoise-shell I have given the moniker of Harlequin/Harley. Unlike the Joker’s on-again/off-again girlfriend, this Harley is very sweet. I have made some progress with her last weekend, she let me pet her while she was eating. In another couple weeks, I’ll grab Harley by the scruff to be sterilized at the shelter, then she can return to the yard with my hopes of being our outdoor kitty; Somara made me promise that Miette will not be replaced as rapidly as Isis did with Molly. What can I say, cats are sneaky little creatures.