Now that I’m settled into my house permanently, one of the first orders of business was a visit to the local Humane Society to adopt a feline. They said the kitty was male, and I wanted a male, so I adopted “him.” But when I went to pick him up after neutering, they said, “oops…it’s a girl!” Oh well. I debated naming her Caitlin, because even though we thought she was a boy she was a girl all along, but after seeing her bounce throughout the house I have decided she is Zoey, because she is full of Life. And I can call her Zo-Zo or “the Z-cat.”
One reason I wanted a male is because they are said to be more affectionate. Four of the five cats I’ve had previously were female - the fifth was male, and sure enough he was the most cuddly of the bunch. So I was a little disappointed that “he” was a “she.”
But she’s just fine in terms of sociability and affection. She follows me around the house a lot (not always - after all, there’s a big new place to explore, with plenty of furniture to crawl under and behind). Last night was her first night in her new home, and she alternately slept under the blankets with me, nestled into my chin purring loudly, or on top of the blankets up against my legs.
They also listed her as a DSH, which obviously she is not. But in their defense, they are a bit overwhelmed at the moment. They have a lot of pets that are refugees from the Kilauea eruption(*); some of the animals available have notes saying that adoptions are provisional, if the original owners show up to reclaim their pet within a certain time frame.
(*) Her temporary name at the shelter was “Singe.” I assume that is because her left eyebrow whiskers look singed. Could that be from being too close to the lava? I sincerely doubt it (she’d be dead if she got that close), but it makes for interesting speculation.
