My eager readers – bright and beautiful – are clamoring for the latest about my new cat, announced in an earlier column.
The report is – so far – inconclusive.
The pale-orange male cat was delivered to me by Gwen, his human, who is moving out-of-state and can’t take him. She advertised for a loving home, and I qualified. I had been craving an orange cat ever since the passing of the previous ones: Bunkie, Foxy, Fussy.
Yeah, I know some of you aren’t cat fans, and you’re about to tune out. This is obviously going to be a swooning cat appreciation for their grace and their snootiness. You’re gonna hate it if I rhapsodize about the one or two unselfish cat actions I’ve seen in my life.
Anyway, I’m almost done – because the new cat hasn’t done anything.
It’s his third day with me, and I’ve seen him only twice. He was lurking under a chair; he was strolling past me, long past midnight at the computer.
He seems to have eaten once.
Stay tuned, my eager readers, for further incredibly exciting adventures.
Does he have a name?
His original human named him Sunshine, but I want to call him Pepper. He didn’t know/respond to Sunshine, just to “Kitty–Kitty–” as an announcement that food was forthcoming. Since I’ve barely seen him, we haven’t consulted about his name. Thanks for asking!