An new old cat anyway.
My brother and his lovely wife had two and a fifteen month old Golden Lab.
From what I understand the dog decided that it needed to fuck with one of their cats and not the other.
So they asked me if I wanted the poor thing seeings how I never did find my Baby.
Sure, why not?
Get this, this ones name is Baby too, Baby Girl.
That works good with my chronic CRS.
Anyway, this varmint ain’t no Spring chicken, they figure it is nine or ten years old.
No front claws, fixed, of course.
She’s a long haired tabby, reminds me a lot of Shithead, one of my better cats.
Pretty fuckin mellow, that’s cool. Friendly enough. Not stand offish.
I think we’ll get along fine.
I think I am still going to get a new kitten though.
They can keep each other company as I ain’t here quite a bit.
Two cats in the Rat Hole would keep me hopping though. Two words for ya,
Heh, I just realized it’s Caturday today.
I spoke too soon. Everything was hunky dory last night.
I got up this morning to a surly, pissed off and hissing cat.
Last I seen of it was crammed in behind some shelving in the kitchenette.
I ain’t stupid, I’m not sticking my hand back there.
When the sonofabitch gets hungry, it’ll come out.