Fat-Tastic

Ok, so you know that it has to be big these days if I’m posting pictures or blogging! About six weeks ago I suggested to Jocelyn that we should get a cat --  to which she responded by vehemently rejecting the idea. She hates cats, would probably sooner die than live with the majority of the cats who have crossed her path throughout her life...

Today, we brought home Fatty, our new two-year-old Tabby cat from a rescue shelter near our home. There’s a story that gets us from rejecting the idea of a cat to visiting a cat shelter, to telling off the woman who didn’t want us to have the cat (all of these are Jocelyn’s actions :)

Basically, after the fourth “spider as big as your head” that we saw in our apartment, I was losing sleep and going slightly insane looking everywhere for the next one to jump out. So I started asking neighbors if they’d seen spiders. One said she barely had any at all, but they have a cat who eats them or chases them away... I mentioned this to Joce who had tackled three of the four hideous spiders.

A few days later, she sends an email with research she’d done on local cat shelters... she decided she hated both cats and spiders, but she hated spiders more... let’s get a cat!

So we went to the Mayhew Animal Shelter and found Casper AKA “Fatty”. We instantly loved him. He crawled into our laps the instant that we knelt down and we knew he wasn’t likely to hiss at us or bite us, two of the main things that really concerned Joce.

I can’t go through all the details of how much work it took to get Fatty, but we now have him on a foster basis until we move in December, at which time, the Mayhew will be coming out again (yeah, again) to our new home to inspect it just like they did our current place.

So we picked him up today, he didn’t cry in the cat carrier or get sick on the Tube or freak out when we opened the door. He promptly walked out and began inspected the place. He rubbed up on all the walls and then plopped himself in the middle of our living room and rolled on his back.

So far, we’ve been able to cut his claws, successfully feed him, he’s gone to the bathroom in his litter box and  we’ve figured out that the more attention that we can give him the better. I also took him outside on our balcony to give him a quick hairbrush (which he loved indoors, but obviously brushing him inside is an oxymoronic idea if it’s meant to help keep down the pet hair). So I took him outside...

Previous to doing this, he’d simply purred his little heart out... Not so outdoors. He actually growled although he still let me brush him. So, I think he’s not such a great outdoors kind of cat, but maybe it was just cause it’s his first day.

Right now, we have foil on the couch so he won’t sleep on it at night and he’s fairly happily curled up on the mat in the kitchen ready for a long nights sleep. Both me and Joce have officially turned into those people who can only talk about their babies or their dogs or in our case our cat. We absolutely love him!