Last Saturday, Hubby and I went out to acquire a new cat to replace my late beloved Koogie. We had initially planned to go to the pound, but Hubby finally admitted he'd been having nightmares for days about the animals in shelters and he was dreading going there. He used to do Animal Control back when he was a cop in Idaho. He got in trouble on multiple occasions for taking dogs home with him instead of putting them to sleep.
Instead of the animal shelter, we went to Petsmart, who works with no kill shelters and foster systems. I had wanted a female kitten, but I was willing to get a more grownup cat. We spent an hour looking and holding, discovering my first choice possibly had ringworm, then going with my third choice, who had actually been my first choice because he had reached a paw out between the cage bars and patted my hand as I was doing my initial look.
His foster "grandma" was at the adoption table. She was very pleased when we took him home, reassuring us that he was wonderful with other cats and a snuggler etc.
His name was Zeus, we've changed it to Amon-Ra, because he's definitely desert cat colored, and the last Zeus we knew was an amber-colored, long-haired Siamese. Amon is a short-haired chocolate point with a racoon tail. Shadow, the grumpy cat we already had, was initially horrified, of course, but I think he's finally coming around. There have been nose touches and butt sniffings and the occasional attempt to chase each other.
Best of all, Amon is a snuggler. He may never take the position of my beloved cat-hat, who purred in my ear at night for nearly twenty years, but I'd forgotten how wonderful it is for a small, furry, warm body to thump up against your legs and relax against you as you go to sleep.
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