Feb 17, 2007 21:43
On January 9th, I lost the second of my three cats. He also died of kidney failure, though he went nothing like the first one. She ate everything in sight, took her medication, fought and struggled and lived six months or so after her diagnosis. The second one just gave up. He would not eat, just slept the days away. Three weeks after his diagnosis, I had him put down. He was just a skeleton, and he wasn't even trying to survive. They are both buried up north on R's property.
So that left me with just one small cat. This isn't quite kitten season, so we have been going to the local shelter for a couple of weeks, looking at the few cats they have available. They have had so much space available, they have been taking transfers from other shelters just to fill space.
I was hoping for a pair of older kittens, littermates to keep each other company. But I fell in love with a golden brown tabby with big gold eyes. We brought her home today.
The dog is taking it well, and so is the newcomer. Only my old cat, whiny spoiled brat that she is, is putting up a fuss. This is totally normal, though. We will keep them separate until they calm down around each other. And make sure everyone knows she is loved. Then in a month or so, go back for another cat!