Sunday, September 25, 2011

Look What The Humans Dragged In

When The Queen and I married almost 8 years ago, we merged households and blended menageries into one herd of two dogs and four cats. Over the years, we lost a few of cats and gained a dog. When The Queen's beloved Yakmaster was put to sleep earlier this year, we agreed that we would not "replace" him and would allow the current pack to dwindle to zero through attrition. The theory is that we would enjoy some time free from the responsibility of animals before, if ever, committing to the joy and pain of animal companionship. 


We were doing very well resisting temptation until this happened:


How did this happen to become sprawled on my kitchen floor you ask? I shall endeavor to tell you. I came home from school a couple of weeks ago, and The Queen said: "Would you like to go for a walk?" I debated the question for a few moments as: 1) I was tired, 2) I had a lot of studying to do, 3) I wanted to spend some quality time with The Queen, and 4) I really needed to get some exercise. Ultimately, the desire to go for a walk with The Queen won out, and off we strolled for a late evening wander around the neighborhood. 

I should, perhaps, mention here The Queen's uncanny knack for spotting furry animals. It's like Doug from the movie "Up": "Hi! My name is Queen Ginger. I love you. Will you be my...KITTY! Will you be my...RABBIT!"

Anymongrel, as we walked along one of the main roads through the neighborhood at the edge of a small park area, The Queen looks into the shadows and says "Kitty". Of course, we have to stop for a moment to say hello to the kitty. He looks young, about 4 to 5 months old, and thin. He was wearing no collar and seemed to be in overall good health. The Queen knocked on some of the doors nearby to see if anyone was missing a kitten, but no one claimed him. 

Well, neither of us was going to leave a cute and fluffy in the middle of a field with no visible food or water in the middle of the night next to a busy road. I walked back to the house, got a bag of cat food and returned with the car. The Queen got in with the kitten who promptly devoured the food I brought. 

We started debating about what to do with said kitten mindful of our promise not to add to the menagerie at this point. We posted our find on Facebook to see if anyone had an interest in a sweet, adorable, little guy. No takers. To make matters worse, he looks very close to a Russian Blue which is one of my all time favorite cat breeds. We think he might be a Nebelung which is a breed derived from the Russian Blue.

Of course, he had to have a sweet, gentle personality with a strong purr and a willingness to cuddle. 

And then there's the soft, silky fur.

Oh, and the face...


How can you resist a face like that?

So, it looks like we've been chosen to be the companion to this ball of cuteness and fluff. We have decided to name him Spanky McCloud. 

Welcome to the family you little rascal.

9 comments:

  1. I knew you were a nice guy...good for you.

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  2. Stephen, what can I say? I'm a sucker for cats.

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  3. that is a gorgeous little man! i am soo glad that guys are keeping him. we have 2 cats - one was given to us by a neighbour who was leaving the country and the other is a stray. we love them very much. and yes Shepherd, you are a really nice guy!

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  4. kymber, thanks. Yes, he is handsome. He has the longest, poofiest tail I think I've seen on a cat. It's like it's in a perpetual state of being stuck in a light socket, and it's almost always sticking straight up.

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  5. And it happens just like that.

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  6. I knew you were gonna keep him! Why did you fight it? He's adorable.

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  7. 45er, I suppose.

    GunDiva, he may yet still go to my inlaws' place. He's made fast friends with my niece's kitten, Mr. Meowskers. We don't want to break up a good thing for those two.

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  8. JBS, he just wants you to think that. I think he is actually part raccoon, part squirrel and maybe part fox.

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