We interrupt today's fic writing to bring you this introduction
Yesterday was a big day at Casa Rusalka. The Boy and I drove out to the San Diego Humane Society to pick out a new kitty. My original plan was to get a kitten, and I did interact with a few who were all adorable and cuddly and super-fuzzy. I was totally getting ready to pick one out to take home. But the best-laid plans of mice and fangirls are always being undone by cats, aren't they? The undoing in this instance came from a gorgeous black kitty who put her nose and paws up against the glass as we walked past her enclosure. We came in to meet her and she immediately cuddled up to us and demanded petting. Much snuggling and purring and lap-climbing ensued, and I'm sure no one will be surprised to hear that she came home with us.
Her previous humans had named her Precious, which would've been fine if I was a litle old lady in a flowery dress, but I'm not, and I really don't feature myself saying "come here, Precious" or "stop that, Precious" on a regular basis. Therefore, her name is now Tara. She's pretty and a bit timid and looks like a witch's cat, so I think it fits pretty well.
She's incredibly sweet and affectionate, but also rather shy, so she alternates between cuddling with me and hiding under the furniture, depending on how the mood strikes her and on how long it's been since BJ has hissed at her. BJ, on the whole, is being very good about the whole thing. He hasn't done anything more than hiss at her, and that not very often. He does tend to sulk whenever he sees me petting Tara until I come over and pet him too, but hey, he did that during all the years that I had Arafel. I intend to stay home and keep an eye on them all weekend, but overall I think they're going to coexist just fine.
Her previous humans had named her Precious, which would've been fine if I was a litle old lady in a flowery dress, but I'm not, and I really don't feature myself saying "come here, Precious" or "stop that, Precious" on a regular basis. Therefore, her name is now Tara. She's pretty and a bit timid and looks like a witch's cat, so I think it fits pretty well.
She's incredibly sweet and affectionate, but also rather shy, so she alternates between cuddling with me and hiding under the furniture, depending on how the mood strikes her and on how long it's been since BJ has hissed at her. BJ, on the whole, is being very good about the whole thing. He hasn't done anything more than hiss at her, and that not very often. He does tend to sulk whenever he sees me petting Tara until I come over and pet him too, but hey, he did that during all the years that I had Arafel. I intend to stay home and keep an eye on them all weekend, but overall I think they're going to coexist just fine.