I am a Sucker--with a capital s!
That's me! Sucker stamped right on my forehead I am sure! I got a phone call this morning from the local humane society. We cut most of our ties with them a few months ago, but have slowly been getting a little more involved. A couple of the staff members from Stuart's stint as manager are still there. One of them, Rose, called this morning because she recalled that I have adopted a couple senior cats (Twicket & Kasha). She had just got back from the city pound, which is a kill facility. She has a old boy with her who was to be euthanized today. So I agreed to come meet him on my lunch break.....I should have known better. I am not capable of "just looking!"
I was greeted by a very large, short haired classic tabby!! I don't have a tabby. Well, I have a ginger tabby, but not a traditional brown and black tabby!! Doesn't every house need a tabby(catnapper, back me up here!)??? He is old, has that old cat bony feeling to him. I'd say he's around 15, but appears to be generally healthy. He likes to be held, drooled all over me while he was purring and made biscuits on my arm. He did not want to go back into his cage and clung to my coat.
I was reminded again today that my hubby is a keeper! I told Rose I'd have to get Stuart's approval. He called as I was walking out of the shelter so I filled him in on the situation. His exact words were "do whatever you think you have to for him. Ivy might like him. You might want to tell Twicket that's enough now though!"(We both believe that Twicket sent Kasha to us). Twicket was Ivy's best friend and she hasn't really had a kitty buddy since he passed.
He doesn't have a name right now, but I'm pretty sure he told me his name is Beau. I took some pictures and I'll post them this evening. I"m at work and can't get them off my camera from here.
