I've been adopted!

Allow me to introduce....

An as-yet-unnamed burly, brown, black and white tabby cat who allowed me to bring him home with me today and has already made my place his own. I got him from the Humane Society. He'd been there for about three weeks.

He's a little bit chatty, which is cool. Very calm - he didn't seem the least bit disconcerted by the change in scenery. Once he got the lay of the land here, he was content to lie on the floor at my feet while I wrote my email cat announcements. He has pale green eyes that look yellow in photos. A white bib and white feet. Well...just like the picture!

The most remarkable thing about him is his weight. He's quite hefty, as you can see! Never lifted such a heavy cat! I'm going to have to wean him off his high-fat diet of Friskies and get him onto something more appropriate. Hope he doesn't protest!

So far I'm quite enamored of him. He's a very calm, dignified chap. Not at all skittish or hyper. He just strolled around my place today checking everything out. Didn't seem at all inclined to hide in a closet, of which he found a couple open and inviting. Once he'd scoped the place out he started following me around and then just flopped at my feet when I sat down at the computer. He did jump up on my lap to check out what I was doing for a few seconds, but there's nowhere for him to sit up on the table, so I put him back down and he was just fine with that.

I know enough to know that he isn't quite himself right now, so he may start getting a little pushier about where he wants to go etc., but for now, he's perfect.

I've had to put him in the bathroom for a while though. The gal at the Humane society told me it was best to keep him in there for two days when I first brought him home, to make sure he knows where his box is and his food and because, as she put it, "nothing smells like him at your house." Cats like for their world to smell like they do. So he'll be stressed out, I guess. But he sure didn't seem stressed out. Let me brush him for ten minutes on the couch and really seemed to enjoy it. Started eating from his dish within a few minutes of being let out of his carrier. He even did a little summersault on my foot, trying to rub up against me! LOL.

I'm so pleased to have him. On the way home from the Humane Society I was getting a little misty-eyed because I was so happy. I think this is the beginning of a beeyooootiful friendship :-)

Oh...and just chatted with Tonia, who suggested calling him "Pretty Boy Floyd," which reminded me of my own favourite gangster-related nickname... Bugsy. Bugsy Moran. Perfect, n'est pas? I'll let that one stew for a day or so and see if it sticks.