My Familiar
OK, a week is a short mourning period for a cat you've had longer than your marriage. Nevertheless, Marley (and the children) were getting... mournful. So we went to the AFRP shelter and procured ---
Casper. Yeah, that's his name, a joke because he's all black, right? (actually he has a little white diamond pendant below his throat. But that's it.) But we needed a kitten who could take on Marley and the boys and be able to go outdoors and still enjoy sleeping with the humans. Plus we have these mirrored closets in all the bedrooms, and he loves scaring himself, arching his back and tail like a real live Halloween cat.
So here he is. He's about 4.5 months old, which I like also because he's not a fragile little kitty just away from his mama. He's been living in the big cat orphanage for most of his short life, and has a rep for fiestiness, although he likes being picked up and doesn't scratch or bite.
I just had my phone for photos, but here he is on the bed, with his favorite toy, looking really witchy and evil:
Casper. Yeah, that's his name, a joke because he's all black, right? (actually he has a little white diamond pendant below his throat. But that's it.) But we needed a kitten who could take on Marley and the boys and be able to go outdoors and still enjoy sleeping with the humans. Plus we have these mirrored closets in all the bedrooms, and he loves scaring himself, arching his back and tail like a real live Halloween cat.
So here he is. He's about 4.5 months old, which I like also because he's not a fragile little kitty just away from his mama. He's been living in the big cat orphanage for most of his short life, and has a rep for fiestiness, although he likes being picked up and doesn't scratch or bite.
I just had my phone for photos, but here he is on the bed, with his favorite toy, looking really witchy and evil: