|Who doesn't love a cat in a|
aka Cookie Monster
aka the Monster
aka Cookaroni Macaroni Chicharoni
aka Cook 'n Book
aka Cooked 'n Booked
aka our new kitty.
A few months ago, sweet little Cooksteroni was at a shelter about an hour away from our house when the woman who runs a local no-kill shelter was there to pick up a dog. Cookie (formerly known as Mona) and another cat were to be put down the next day b/c their time at the shelter was up - and even though her shelter had no space, this woman took them with her b/c she couldn't bear to see them put down.
Well, thank goodness!
Our Mini Fuzzy (that is, she looks like a little version of Fuzzy) is 7 lbs., probably 1.5 years old, loves chasing plastic balls, and laying just far enough away from you that petting her head is an inconvenience. She's also afraid of feet. And about as sensitive to sound as I am.
|Yes, our cats do eat in the|
powder room. Long story
- met the cats
- ingratiated herself with them (albeit not without their having hissed a number of times first)
- squished herself into multiple window sills
- semi-stolen P.J.'s beloved window seat
- carried P.J.'s turtle (Terrence) around in her mouth while "singing"
and decided that now that she's got love, safety, and lots and lots of space and food, she isn't going to be the lap cat we took her for.
What a little brat. :)
|Some sisterly bonding. (She totally looks like Fuzzleface!)|
We're suckers for this little baby, and we're happy we went with a "cat" and not a "kitten" (even though she's tiny) since it's much easier for kittens to find a home. Did I mention she's a total pig? She fits right in . . . even if she is sitting over there on the window seat instead of on the couch with me and Brad.