This morning we welcomed our latest cat into the fold - Granny Esmerelda Weatherwax, or Esme, as she is already coming to be called:
We’re not sure how old she is - all we know is she used to belong to someone’s mother, who passed her onto the son when she could not take care of her, and he passed her off to someone else as a barn cat a few months ago, which she assuredly is not. At the moment she is a big rangy bag of bones with a fur deficiency due to stress and malnutrition, but a sweet disposition (she was sitting on our laps purring within a couple hours) and a bony, malevolent face. She has all her shots and is fixed, at least. The other cats don’t seem terribly upset, only slightly miffed.
So, three hours into her new residence she has eaten an enormous amount of food, checked out the cat boxes, explored a bit, and is currently asleep on the sofa. We got a “before” picture - hope to get a good “after” shot before too long when she no longer has a rat tail.