When it comes to weather in the United States at the moment, we have three choices: horrible, terrible or Seattle. I know I’ve been talking about the weather a lot lately, I suppose I’m an old lady that way. But I feel absolutely defeated by it, much like the way the blizzards have made me feel the last two years. I have to wait another week to go before we see anything good around here, but I guess I can deal until then.
In other news, I’m reluctant to announce that I’m 85% sure that I have a new cat. You guys may have figured out that I’m gaa-gaa for cats, but my cat limit was bumped down to two after my Sugar died in April of 2008. It was so awful to lose her that I swore I wouldn’t get another one until Mo and Fred were both gone, and even then, another cat was a very iffy prospect. So many cats have been all up in my life this summer, and I just recently decided to take it as a sign that maybe I do need another cat. I’ve been resisting, due to the expense and how things went with my step-daughter’s cat Gelly. In 2010, Gelly stayed with us for about 4 months when Spawn first moved back, and that was just awful – calico Mo terrorized him. She stalked him, screamed at him and drew blood every opportunity she got. Mo also hated the orange cat we saved from the meth head down the street a couple of months ago. But considering how the last few days have gone, this little guy might be a different story. He’s very well behaved, and he has a story, but I’ll have to fill you in later. Meanwhile, here are a couple of photos:
This little guy is pretty relaxed and behaves like a gentleman – uses the litter box and doesn’t bite or scratch – but when he wants to be let out of the powder room, he gets pretty bratty. He emitted the longest “mew” ever yesterday. I don’t blame him for not wanting to be confined, but he’s underweight and we can’t have Mo stealing his food.
Anyway, more on this subject later. I have a buttload of beads to pack up. Thanks for reading!