This and That

It's been a busy week.

Navigating snow banks and ice patches is exhausting with a cane and fear of falling. I had appointments every day this week in the never ending quest for disability benefits and medical care.

'Cat to be named later' is going to the vet today. After settling in nicely she isn't eating much and her breath is awful. I'm thinking a tooth might be bad since she's really too young for gum issues. Cross your fingers for us.

I think I have decided what her name is but I want to be sure. Siren will announce it soon.

Meanwhile I leave you with this picture ...



I wonder what this car's story is? Stolen? Left there by a store employee afraid of snow? Parked there to sell it? It does say '95' on the windshield. Perhaps a couple were clearing it and had an argument. Look how one side is so much cleaner than the other. Did the sun do that?

That's all I got for now. Wish us luck at the vet.

So While I Was At PetSmart ...

I have been registered with a local animal rescue group for awhile now. References and vet and living conditions all checked out.

I had no intention of adopting another cat so soon after Mia passing but Siren seems genuinely lonely, he stares at all the places where Mia used to hiss at him and smack him in the head.

So I spoke to the head of the rescue group and I checked out the available cats on their site and then I visited their adoption center at PetSmart and then ...

I had this little critter in my car and we were on the way home ...



The rescue group has been calling her Chessie. She's 18 months old.

I set her crate down and Siren seemed interested ...



She gave him her best pathetic look ...



He jumped down to protect his food and litter ...



I had already set up her food on the other side of the room so Siren decided to show her that everything was his ...



I left her in the crate for awhile. There was some hissing from Siren and a few cries from Chessie. Then I took her to another room and let her start to sniff the place out. When I opened the door Siren came in and she spent the next 2 hours behind the sofa.

This back and force dance of crates and closed doors went on from 3 this afternoon til about 9. I was very calm and attentive to both of them. There was no more hissing and at 9 Chessie finally ate a little and used her litter box. Siren left the room. He's such a gentleman. Since then he's checked her out a few times and she hasn't run away. There has been no hissing and no crying.

At one point Siren fell asleep and I found Chessie hanging out on my bed ...






I love her tuxedo look. I love her long white whiskers.

She loves to be brushed. She purrs and rolls around. She loves to rub heads.

I think we're going to be happy together.

I don't like the name Chessie but I'm waiting for her to reveal her new name to me the way Siren did.