Trapped Lurker, who is lurking no more, decided that maybe it was time to get a kitty. In her own words, earlier this week:
I’ve been lurking & spending time on BJ since Cole lost his mustard, but never commented before.
I’m utterly obsessed all of a sudden—BJ effect? I’ve been lurking happily since forever—I clearly remember the lost mustard and nearly died laughing (caused raised eyebrows at work). I remember when he brought Lily home, too. Now I suddenly feel quite connected to you guys.
I * really* appreciate this place and am glad you guys are here!
So here comes a new adventure. Going to the shelter tonight to meet a young tuxedo cat. If I come home with her tonight, I’ll post photos. And maybe ask for advice from all you more experienced cat owners.
From Trapped Lurker last night:
One of the nicest things of all in this adventure is that my daughter decided it’s worth risking my and pop-pop’s health (he has some co-morbidities; I’m just old). And has decided to mask up and bring my 8-year-old granddaughter along so they can both help me make this important decision. I will get to SEE them!
The white & black cat I was describing this morning had already been adopted, but I saw her & she seemed awfully shy anyway.
They had a young blue-grey male that was very sociable and outgoing, relaxed and friendly with all four of us.
So he’s the one, but he still needs to be fixed, so I can’t get him for another week or so. That gives me time to get things set up—l need everything for a cat. Lots of fun afterwards over dinner (at a restaurant! With family! Outside!) brainstorming boy cat names with my kid and grandkids.
The photos my daughter took don’t really do his color justice—he’s a lovely soft blue-grey.
Welcome Trapped Lurker, and welcome little one! It’s a boy!
Just look at those eyes!
This little boy could use a name, so if you have any thoughts, share them in the comments.