You haven't seen much of me this week because I've been on the internet. For once, not SoWal internet.
PetFinder internet. Daisy's been over the Rainbow Bridge since Christmas night and we cried for a week, then we moped for a week, and then we realised that our house is not a home unless we have some four-legged felines prowling around.Today we visited the Humane Society to pick up Sammy, who is a two year old male. He came with that name and it fits him to a T. He looks like Sammy Davis Jr. Sleek and skinny and full of energy and personality. It didn't take him long to get acclimated. He'd been given up because his previous owner developed allergies and he'd been at the shelter only a week so it was just as if he was boarded there before the Mers came to get him. He jumped into our arms without missing a beat. As Merman said, "This is not a bashful cat." Understatement, that.
We took Gordon home as well. He has a new name that we gave him and we were told he'll learn it sooner or later. He's named after Merman's late uncle but I keep wanting to call him George because he reminds me of the Darg's old cat George. I think I'm the one who's going to have to learn a new name. ;-) Gordon is going to take some work because he was dumped at the shelter. I don't understand how anyone could have been cruel enough to do that because like Sammy, he has no front claws. He must have had a lucky angel on his shoulder to have kept him from harm until we could adopt him. I've been playing cat whisperer all night, trying to coax him out from behind the piano. Luckily we had chicken tonight so I hit paydirt. He's going to be alright. I doubt he'll be as brash as Sammy but two showboats in one house might have been too much anyway. Gordon's going to be a mellow kind of guy.
So we are happily on even kilter once more. All's right with the world now that we have some lovin' furballs. The work is cut out for us but it's going to be funn.
