Rocky, age 1 1/2.
Bearing a likeness to our dear, departed Saraki that is downright freaky, you must believe that did not play into the choosing of our newest friend & de-facto family member.
We were visiting the Gentle Touch Animal Sanctuary yesterday, to get a lay of the land and, hopefully, meet some a potential new adpotion or two. The facility is perfect for our purposes, as the multitude of cats are free to wander about and get to know you or avoid you as they choose. In that format, the reaction by cats as you walk through the door with two kids, ages five and one, speaks volumes about the viability of the various candidates. So, immediately after walking through the door, this guy - Rocky, by name (the name he came with: I wasn't immediately too sure about the name, but have since become quite sold on it) - wandered right over to us and made his aquaintance; with Lucy in particular. He even seems fine with Rose and, although I'm sure there will be a few moments in ensuing months when the two of them (Rocky & Rose) will have to test and discover their respective limits & boundaries, so far so good. He's such an amazing mixture of boldness and casualness that he had completely made himself at home within an hour or so of living here.
I gotta say - though there'll always be a place in my heart for Saraki - there's something about being able to actively choose a cat based upon personality type. Rocky doesn't mind being in a cat carrier (nearly gave Squeaky heart attacks), doesn't mind being picked up (Squeaky would rake and claw you), and is cool with strangers (Squeaky, not until her later, later years). In short, he is one cool cat.
Amazing, how natural his presence has already become around the house. We're looking forward to years of yet undiscovered joys and companionship.
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Awesome! Neat way of choosing - the cat, to some degree, does some of the choosing.
Indeed, and thanks.
Amazing how upbeat the mood was yesterday, around the homestead. We were all (including Rose, with a little coaching) trying to move about a little more carefully, trying not to startle Rocky on his first day in a new environment. But on the whole, he was pretty unflappable, and we had some good times. Rocky is pretty socially-inclined, and followed us around for the most part.
And this morning, it was kind of nice to not be all by myself, as I usually am, in my few minutes before heading out to catch the bus.
and winter...
the warmth of the cat
I can see you and Rocky and a space heater
not wanting to leave
Yup. Looking forward, too, to many evenings in the rocking chair watching the latest offering from Netflix; cat nestled in lap.
Awesome to be sure.
Pets are awesome.
oh yeah. Dog at some point in the next year or so. We just weren't quite at the place yet where we're ready to launch into the training, which will be necessary this time around. Plus, we're going on a week-long vacation in September. We don't want to go putting a new dog in boarding. That would be a terrible way to say "welcome to the family."
Go to jail, go directly to jail, do not collect treats or lovin'.
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