The smoke coming out of the chimney looks like it might be white...too early to say "HABEMUS FELINAS" for sure, but it's looking *very* likely.
Today after I took
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americanstd to work, I had a feeling today might be the day. I drove to two Petcos and checked out the adoptable cats there, no dice. Then I went to the San Diego Humane Society.
I'd never been there before and holy cow! This is the Ritz Carleton of animal shelters. Instead of the poky little cages out of which I adopted Dennis Murphy in 1994 at the Toronto Humane Society, the cats have rooms the size of small bedrooms. The dogs have twin-sized beds, chairs, or sofas and a television playing Animal Planet. The cats have enormous cat trees, comfy chairs, and other things needed for Cat Comfort.
In a room with two comfy chairs, a divan, a rug, and a cat tree were a brother and sister pair of Russian Blues. They have stupid slave names which will be changed, so at the moment I think of them as Czar and Czarina. I went in to meet them and Czar hopped off his chair to rub against me. After a few minutes, Czarina came down for pets as well. When I picked up Steve from work, I took him straight there. We had to wait for the counselor to let us into the room, but as soon as Czarina saw Steve through the window that looks into the hall she jumped up onto the window sill, meowed at him, pawed at the glass, and otherwise said, "You are my person! I am your cat!"
Once we were in there, Czar attached himself to him too, demanding to be picked up and petted while Czarina requested ear rubs.
They're ours pending us running their medical records past our normal vet. The only downside to Czar and Czarina is that they are nine years old and Czarina has some thin patches on her back. Thing is, the last place they lived, they were confined to a single room and given up due to "owner issues" so I think this is fur-pulling due to stress. They also both had a bout with upper respiratory infection but are okay now. Dennis was 10 when I adopted him and he gave us five years of great happiness, so I'm not hesitant about adopting two nine-year-olds who are in better shape than he was when I got him.
electorprince, I said you could name one of them, and I'm holding to that. Which one do you want? The Czar is a big guy, about 15 pounds I'd say if not more. The Czarina is small, green-eyed (he has the proverbial copper penny eyes) and somewhat reserved. She also has a scarred ear due to a surgically-removed hematoma but she's still a doll.
