Pictures coming soon, since the battery on the camera was dead and I can't find that thing that charges the batteries!
His name is Carl (originally they named her Coral, but when she turned out to be a he, they called him Carl). He is 3 years old, brown tabby with a little white under his chin and a really cute light brown face. We LOFF him!
He had been in the rescue for 6 months, so he is a little skinny, but they were feeding quality dry food (Nutra Indoor, which is a whole other tangent about how wonderful the rescue was in general), so his coat looks healthy.
Saturday we went to two rescues. The first had only feral (or kitten of feral) cats, and all of them (and I mean every single one) was terrified of people. They were at a Petco, which really didn't help their stress levels. When we got there, they were doing a dog obedience class right in front of the cat cages! Those poor kitties looked like they very much would prefer living outside away from humans (and I can't blaim them, I mean kids were poking at the cages, it was loud, etc).
So off we went to rescue #2, a little disheartened. This place was the rescue I had pictured--overworked volunteers, tons of animals. The cats (and there were probably 75) were in 3 adjoining sunrooms living loose. The rescue lady told us to sit down and the cat would pick us--boy was she right. Carl jumped right up in my lap and fell asleep.
He spent the entire weekend in either mine or DH's lap, and he is now all set up in my apartment with toys to play with and a purch to watch the ibis and golfers outside (this absolutely intrigues him!). I am going home for lunch to check on him.
This will be my first cat, and I am hooked already. He had my heart when he got sick Sat night (I think he had a nervous stomach). He got up off the couch, walked into the litter box, and threw up in there. OMG, if you only knew how much dog sick I have cleaned up in my life!
He is so good natured!!! I talked to the rescue lady about how much personality meant to me (I used to be deathly afraid of cats when I was a kid). She told us to pick Carl up and see if he would let us turn him on his back--that was their "Child Proof" test. Carl could have cared less!
He even let us trim his claws Sat night, which I was amazed at! He didn't even pull his paws back. I am waiting on a delivery of Soft Paws, just to protect the carpet that he has decided he loves to surf(he lays down and pulls himself accross the room with his front claws).
We are so excited about him!
His name is Carl (originally they named her Coral, but when she turned out to be a he, they called him Carl). He is 3 years old, brown tabby with a little white under his chin and a really cute light brown face. We LOFF him!
Saturday we went to two rescues. The first had only feral (or kitten of feral) cats, and all of them (and I mean every single one) was terrified of people. They were at a Petco, which really didn't help their stress levels. When we got there, they were doing a dog obedience class right in front of the cat cages! Those poor kitties looked like they very much would prefer living outside away from humans (and I can't blaim them, I mean kids were poking at the cages, it was loud, etc).
So off we went to rescue #2, a little disheartened. This place was the rescue I had pictured--overworked volunteers, tons of animals. The cats (and there were probably 75) were in 3 adjoining sunrooms living loose. The rescue lady told us to sit down and the cat would pick us--boy was she right. Carl jumped right up in my lap and fell asleep.
He spent the entire weekend in either mine or DH's lap, and he is now all set up in my apartment with toys to play with and a purch to watch the ibis and golfers outside (this absolutely intrigues him!). I am going home for lunch to check on him.
This will be my first cat, and I am hooked already. He had my heart when he got sick Sat night (I think he had a nervous stomach). He got up off the couch, walked into the litter box, and threw up in there. OMG, if you only knew how much dog sick I have cleaned up in my life!
He is so good natured!!! I talked to the rescue lady about how much personality meant to me (I used to be deathly afraid of cats when I was a kid). She told us to pick Carl up and see if he would let us turn him on his back--that was their "Child Proof" test. Carl could have cared less!
He even let us trim his claws Sat night, which I was amazed at! He didn't even pull his paws back. I am waiting on a delivery of Soft Paws, just to protect the carpet that he has decided he loves to surf(he lays down and pulls himself accross the room with his front claws).
We are so excited about him!
