So…I adopted a cat. Another cat, I should say, since my usual writing buddy, the Queen of the Universe, is still happily sleeping away in her cat tree. The new member of the family is Minnie (as in The Moocher), a stray cat that is part of the neighbourhood cats that I have been feeding for a while.
Minnie has been one of the only neighbourhood cats to actually let me get close enough to pet her, and once I did, she would follow me as I walked the dog. So, after this happened a few times, I decided to give in and adopt her, rather than let her stay out in the cold. She had been chased by other stray cats, and always seemed so small and skinny.
I brought her inside and gave her some food and water and a blanket and she basically just sat either on me or next to me pretty much the whole time. I took her to the vet, did the basic check up and things that needed doing. They shaved off a good portion of her fur because it was so matted, and we discovered that she had a fair number of small wounds, some old, some relatively recent, from where she’d been beaten up by the other cats.
She’s about a year and a half old (we think birthday is July 2019), and will always be a tiny cat. My other cat, known as Leah or Kitty, depending on the day, weighs just around ten pounds and Minnie is about half her size. But she is extremely friendly and basically just wants to snuggle and have pets and all of those cat things. It will take some time to get her acclimated to the other animals, since the dog will want to play with her and Minnie is a little skittish around other cats. Oddly enough, Leah, who has been the only cat in the house for her entire life (she’s about sixteen), sniffed at Minnie in the carrier yesterday and did not seem at all bothered.
All in all, I got very little writing done yesterday because this tiny monster was wanting to cuddle and needed some attention. Am I bothered at all by that? Nope! I think she’ll turn into a pretty good writing buddy, as soon as I get her trained to keep her paws off my trackpad.