So Saturday night I decided to look at the Humane Society website to see if there were any cool looking orange cats. They had tons. So I emailed Sue and told her I might go Sunday to visit. Sunday morning I was bored and wanted to get out of the house, so I texted Sue and asked if she wanted to join me. Of course she did.
So we went over there (after my getting in the wrong lane and having to go around the downtown/uptown area for awhile before getting back in the right place) and looked at all the kitties. They did have a lot of orange ones and many others as well. There was a whole litter of little orange babies that were tempting, but I wasn’t ready for a kitten. I wanted an adult. The older the better actually. Jessey was one of the first ones we saw. We remarked and laughed at how big he was, then walked around looking at others.
There was one I’d seen online who was called Mufasa. I found him and went to meet him. He was gorgeous, looked like a lion. He was pretty big too. He had a great crook in his ear that was very endearing. I picked him up and he arched his head around backwards so as not to be face to face with me. So I took that as an indicator that he didn’t like me.
Sue had picked out two she liked the best, Griffin and Chance. But neither of them spoke to me. So I went back to Jessey. He seemed glad that we came back. We poked our fingers through the cage for a little while then we took him out and brought him into the meeting room.
with his godmother Sue, showing his size
After he started acting a little cuddly toward us I decided to take him. Yes, I know, I’m crazy. But I really missed having my own kitty. Lazlo is so much Greg’s and while he and I have grown on each other, he’s not my kitty.
After going through all the “how many animals do you have “ (I fibbed a little), “you know you should quarantine him for 2 weeks” (whatever), “introducing him to the others…” (I know all that) I was able to sign over my donation and take my kitty.
The woman told me that his previous family abandoned him. They moved and just left him. So their neighbors started feeding him and it was a 6 weeks before he was comfortable enough with them to let them scoop him up and they brought him in. So he basically lived on the street for a month and a half.
I don’t know why someone would abandon a cat, let alone one as cool as this dude.
I had to get Sue to work and we were cutting it close so we sped down 55 listening to the cat ‘mew mew mew” in the backseat. I was expecting him to have a big studly voice but he was really cutesy. You know, kind of like Don Johnson. I got Sue to work with about 30 seconds to spare.
When we got home I put him in the bathroom with food, water and litter and let him get used to the smells. I didn’t want to overwhelm him. Throughout the afternoon and evening I would go visit him every half hour or so and he really seemed to want to get out. So I let him and he hid. Luckily Dudley is 1. Smart and 2. Obsessed with kitties. All I had to do is say “Dudley! Where’s the kitty?!” and he led me right to him three different times.
He gets in some funny positions. He was doing this in his cage too, sitting with one leg up high against the side of the cage.
At one point while I was walking around the house looking for him, I was saying “Where’s kitty?” and it made me think of “Where’s Charley” so I thought that might be a good name for him. I also like Buster. I think he needs a good manly name. None of those sissy ‘Boots’ like names. (Though Charley in Where’s Charley spends most of his time in a dress…maybe if I change the spelling to Charlie…)
So help me, what’s his name?
I got up to bring my dinner dishes to the kitchen and when I came back this is what I saw. He’s a pretty funny guy stealing my spot and the remote
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This post was written by Amy on November 17, 2008
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