Oct 02, 2007 13:17
I have a cat. Not really sure I wanted this cat, but I have a cat.
She was my uncle's cat, she's fifteen years old, she weighs eleven pounds (not fat, this is just a BIG cat), and she's stayed solidly in hiding since I've gotten her home.
However, she is using the litterbox and she's obviously eating and drinking, so the cat is okay.
And we'll see about getting a kitten next month when Kelly's a bit more settled in, maybe.
...at least she's a pretty cat?
Oh, and over six hours in a car both ways to North Carolina? Not fun. Not fun at all.
real life