We’re occupied with house projects right now and I’ll no doubt share some photos once we’re done. For the time being, let’s have some kitty pics.
Because… *drum roll*… we adopted a kitty!
About a month ago, a friend from church found a stray kitten near their home. (Actually, it fell out of their tree.)
It was a sweet thing and terribly hungry. She sent me a picture:
In truth, she sent me several.
She was wondering if our Merricat needed a friend.
I neglected to mention this before, but during the summer we had to say farewell to Dog.
After her passing, Merricat made it clear: she did not like being alone. When I’d come home from work, she’d run to the door in a manner most unbecoming a cat.
Then she’d flop to the floor dramatically and meow.
We considered getting another dog, though we didn’t want to rush into anything. I brought up getting a second cat because, you know. Cats.
But again, no rush.
Here’s another photo Church Friend sent:
I have to admit, I’ve always had a thing for gray cats. Not sure why, exactly. They just have a smoky allure to them.
We decided on a Meet and Greet with Merricat.
Merricat was interested, yet cautious. Meanwhile, I fell in love within the first two seconds.
We invited her to move in with us. She accepted.
Here she is, our Lady Grey…
Don’t you love her white bib and gloves? I think it gives her a genteel quality.
Fortunately, Merricat accepted her new companion easily and by the third day was cleaning her.
This delighted our Lady to no end. We could hear her purring from across the room.
Oh – here’s an interesting fact about our Lady Grey: she’s a Hemingway cat.
Notice her paws?
Here’s a close-up.
She’s polydactyl. Meaning she has extra toes. Most cats have five on the front paws and four on the back, for a total of 18. Lady Grey has 6 on every paw.
It’s a genetic anomaly and doesn’t cause them any problems; it’s just one of those things. And many people find it rather charming. (As do I.)
Hemingway was particularly fond of polydactyl cats and had several. In fact, he had so many that had he been a woman, we would have questioned his sanity.
Okay, sorry, I can’t let this one go by…
*climbs on soapbox*
Please explain to me why it is a man can live by himself somewhere on the Florida Keys with something like 50 cats, and we’re all, like, oh-my-god-he’s-such-a-genius and isn’t it endearing how much he loved cats?!
You KNOW that would never have been the case had it been, say, Edith Wharton or Pearl S. Buck!
It’s that kind of crap that just really chaps my hide!
*raises fist in air*
WE SHALL OVERCOME!!!
*steps off soapbox*
*checks hair in mirror*
Okay, so anyway, on account of him lovin’ on those cats so much, people often refer to polydactyls as Hemingway cats.
Meaning not only is our Lady Grey genteel, she’s also literary.
So should any of my future blog posts take on a rather feline quality, you’ll know why.
It’ll probably be an improvement. Because, you know. Cats.