Last November, we lost our cat, Boris, to pancreatic cancer. His cat-mate, Wednesday, seemed to do all right as onlycat for awhile, but she seemed lonely sometimes. We knew that, at some point, we'd bring another cat into our home. It just took us awhile to feel "ready."
On Sunday, my husband and I headed to a local animal shelter and adopted a ginormous two-year-old stray cat. He clocks in at about 11 pounds, and he's very friendly.
He was also still in possession of his "trouser snake addendums." After some--er--editing, he'll be released to us this afternoon.
Perhaps because he's retained his equipment for so long, he's easily twice Wednesday's size. We're hoping that, after her initial reaction (which will probably be something like, "OMGWTFOTHERCAT!?"), she'll warm up to him and he to her. We're just a bit worried that she'll have a reaction more like, "What the HELL is up with you idiots bringing home all these GIGANTIC-ASS cats!?!?"
Time will tell.
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