As some of you may recall, we lost our cat, San Francisco, to heart failure back in September. We’ve thought for a while about getting another cat, and finally took the plunge the other day.
So off we went to the local SPCA, where we discovered Fiona. She was a stray who was found outside in the extreme cold we’ve been having, and had lost the tip of one ear to frostbite. Doesn’t matter; she’s still a charming tuxedo cat, with whiskers that look like they could pick up satellite signals, and a purr that switches on when she is touched. She looks to be between six months and a year old–old enough to spay (which the SPCA did for us), and of course she will visit our own vet soon too.
We’ll be keeping her away from our other cats for a few days, so she can settle in and we can be sure that she’s healthy enough to meet them. They can currently watch each other through a glass door, and while there’s plenty of curiosity on each side, we know there will be a period of adjustment for all when we do let them meet face-to-face.
But in the meantime, we’re enjoying watching her explore and play; while making sure our others don’t feel ignored. It’s keeping us busy, but given Fiona’s pleasant nature, I think we’ll end up with a nice little family of happy cats and contented humans. Wish us luck!
We adopted a 4 month cat from the Berkeley No Kill Shelter last Sunday. The shelter had appropriately named him ZOOMie. That is what he does. Zoom here over those stacks of unread Harper’s. Zoom there into that half empty bottle of Coke. Zoom down that nice clay plot and plant. We are having a lot of fun with the crazy litter fella.
Congratulations! from another multi-cat adopter. How many total does Fiona make?
I had a cat, Tribble, who developed hypertrophic cardiomyopathy and needed a daily dose of propranolol. She darn near died of the condition when the symptoms first appeared, but the heart drug helped her to bounce right back, and she lived a full, healthy, happy life for several more years. Didn’t fuss about taking her pill, either, since she got it right before mealtime.
Alas, eventually Tribble’s time came, and I still, these many years later, miss her. Other cats have come into my life, and I treasure them, but Tribble was… well, Tribble. The one and only. Fiona can’t take the place of your dear San Francisco, Spoons, but it sounds like she’s well on her way to making her own very special place in your heart. Felicitations!
