For those who didn't see my post in Crossing the Bridge, we had to have Comere put to sleep this past Tuesday. I love him so much, and miss him, after nearly 18 years with him by my side.
I thought I'd want to wait a while to get a new kitty, but my husband and daughter wanted to get one pretty much right away. On Tuesday night I said "we'll see" -- but as the week went on I was truly missing the presence of a fur-buddy in the house.
So on Thursday afternoon I started looking over at Petfinder.com -- I wanted to give a young cat a nice new home... and I found a local rescue group with a listing for a "Russian Blue" that urgently needed saving from the shelter. I called them up and spoke to Lucille - she was amazing. After hearing my needs (a friendly cat, preferably under 3 years old but not a kitten, affectionate and good with older kids) she was so sure I'd like this handsome guy that she pulled him from the shelter on Friday -- had him neutered, vaccinated and tested (FIV and FL negative). Friday night he went to a foster home. The last puzzle piece was meeting him, which my husband, daughter and I did today.
What an awesome boy he is!
Nancy was the foster fur-mom and she went on and on how amazing he is, and I couldn't agree more. He is friendly... so friendly. Upon meeting us he immediately plopped down and rolled on his back. He loves to give kisses and head-butts. We were hooked. Nancy and I completed all the paperwork, I gave her my donation and we took our blue-boy home.
He was obviously a bit scared when we let him out of the carrier. After his ordeal through the shelter system, to the vet, then to a foster home, and now home with me, obviously he's a little unsure. He ventured around the house smelling and climbing and exploring... then resigned to hiding under the bed in my stepson's room. He stayed there a good part of the afternoon.
About two hours ago he came out... he was a little hesitant at first but then followed me into the living room. We bought one of those play fishing poles with a stuffed fish on the end... he LOVED it... was playing with it a good 20 minutes with my husband while I snapped some pictures...
Meet Cosmo!
The shelter vet estimates him at about 12-18 months old.
He is solid grey-blue like a Russian Blue, yellow eyes with a green ring around the pupil. We know he's not a full breed (which we wouldn't expect coming out of shelter) because he doesn't have pink feet pads -- they are charcoal grey. Also, his head is more the shape of a typical domestic... wider I think (though I'm no expert). Also, his tail has VERY faint stripes from about the 1/2 way point to the tip... like faint rings or SLIGHTLY darker grey.
He played for a while... I showed him his food... he drank some water... he lounged in the living room while we all petted him for a bit and now he's made his way into my bedroom and is hiding under the bed in there. We're trying not to smuther him too much while he adjusts. He's still a bit jumpy.
I think he is going to be a good fit for our family. I'm still, of course, sad over losing my beloved Comere, but my home is not complete without a kitty in it. Cosmo will never fill Comere's shoes, but he will wear his own -- and we will love him so much and give him a good home.
I thought I'd want to wait a while to get a new kitty, but my husband and daughter wanted to get one pretty much right away. On Tuesday night I said "we'll see" -- but as the week went on I was truly missing the presence of a fur-buddy in the house.
So on Thursday afternoon I started looking over at Petfinder.com -- I wanted to give a young cat a nice new home... and I found a local rescue group with a listing for a "Russian Blue" that urgently needed saving from the shelter. I called them up and spoke to Lucille - she was amazing. After hearing my needs (a friendly cat, preferably under 3 years old but not a kitten, affectionate and good with older kids) she was so sure I'd like this handsome guy that she pulled him from the shelter on Friday -- had him neutered, vaccinated and tested (FIV and FL negative). Friday night he went to a foster home. The last puzzle piece was meeting him, which my husband, daughter and I did today.
What an awesome boy he is!
Nancy was the foster fur-mom and she went on and on how amazing he is, and I couldn't agree more. He is friendly... so friendly. Upon meeting us he immediately plopped down and rolled on his back. He loves to give kisses and head-butts. We were hooked. Nancy and I completed all the paperwork, I gave her my donation and we took our blue-boy home.
He was obviously a bit scared when we let him out of the carrier. After his ordeal through the shelter system, to the vet, then to a foster home, and now home with me, obviously he's a little unsure. He ventured around the house smelling and climbing and exploring... then resigned to hiding under the bed in my stepson's room. He stayed there a good part of the afternoon.
About two hours ago he came out... he was a little hesitant at first but then followed me into the living room. We bought one of those play fishing poles with a stuffed fish on the end... he LOVED it... was playing with it a good 20 minutes with my husband while I snapped some pictures...
Meet Cosmo!
The shelter vet estimates him at about 12-18 months old.
He is solid grey-blue like a Russian Blue, yellow eyes with a green ring around the pupil. We know he's not a full breed (which we wouldn't expect coming out of shelter) because he doesn't have pink feet pads -- they are charcoal grey. Also, his head is more the shape of a typical domestic... wider I think (though I'm no expert). Also, his tail has VERY faint stripes from about the 1/2 way point to the tip... like faint rings or SLIGHTLY darker grey.
He played for a while... I showed him his food... he drank some water... he lounged in the living room while we all petted him for a bit and now he's made his way into my bedroom and is hiding under the bed in there. We're trying not to smuther him too much while he adjusts. He's still a bit jumpy.
I think he is going to be a good fit for our family. I'm still, of course, sad over losing my beloved Comere, but my home is not complete without a kitty in it. Cosmo will never fill Comere's shoes, but he will wear his own -- and we will love him so much and give him a good home.
