After we lost our snowshoe kitty Rosie, there was a lot of cleaning to do. She had feline leukemia, which you might not know is caused by a virus. That's right, viral cancer. Scary stuff. So we wanted to disinfect areas before bringing a new kitty into the house.
Our city animal care and control shelter ran a special adoption event last weekend and we thought we'd come home with a new kitty then. Alas, the kitty we liked most was rescued in an eviction, which meant a five day wait to see if the owner would claim the cat. The owner did. Glad for Noelle (to be back with a human who loved her), sad for us.
Last night we went back to see the latest crop of adoptable cuties. My daughter fell for his handsome guy--a unique mix of calico and tabby. She named him Vincent. He is 8 months old and very playful and cuddly.
He is especially fascinated with her Hex Bugs--these battery powered robotic "bugs" that run around in their little habitat. I expect we'll have a fun filled weekend getting him settled in.