Friday, September 9, 2011

Gonzo

I have noticed a glaring omission in my blogging. Our lovely kitty, Abby, was lonely. She desperately missed us whenever we left, and she'd wake us up with an incredibly loud serinade every morning around 3 a.m. (Really, she'd make an excellent ally cat). We decided that the solution was to get her a companion.

Our preference was a younger boy kitty. Someone she could alpha over, but who was big enough to hold his own. We went to the ASPCA, but they had no healthy boys the right age. Then we walked over to Petco, where Anjellicle Cats has kitties rescued from kill shelters. When we walked in, we found this lovely boy.



Glenn jumped through a few hoops and his foster mother brought him home to us. Abby, unfortunately, did not think a younger brother was as good of an idea as we did. She started hissing as soon as Jessica walked in the door. She spent the first month on top of the high bookcases, and the next six weeks on the lower bookcases and counters. She still doesn't spend time on the floor, but graced us with her presence on the couch this week.

Don't let this picture fool you. This is as close as she'll let him get, and it lasts about 60 seconds. (But, in Abby's defense, after about sixty seconds he sees how far he can push things and usually makes a grab for her tail).

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