I got a cat who is named Tom, but he does not seem to know that, so I am changing it to Figaro. The family that has been fostering him includes a little girl who did not want to give him up. She sat in a corner of the pet store holding him and shooting me death looks. I’ll be watching my back for a few days.
I have made him listen to Placido Domingo (my apologies to Pavarotti fans) sing Largo al Factotum a couple of times so he will either learn his name, or grow to hate opera. It is kitten season, so the adoption center last night only had a handful of older cats. In a couple of weeks I will look for a friend for this guy.
He had quite a first night: He met my neighbors’ dog whom he was not impressed with, as well as their cat who was not impressed with him; he saw a possum climbing a ladder in the backyard; and is absolutely convinced that the stone cat sculpture that resembles Monty is going to come to life and get him.
He hissed at it several times, so Monty is stashed in the closet for the time being. I hope he gets over his fear of object d’art in time.
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Heidi // Sunday, June 29, 2008 at 10:35 pm
Yeah, you got a kitty! HOORAY! Figaro is very cute (love the name, by the way).
Chency // Monday, June 30, 2008 at 5:32 am
He is a beauty! Congratulations!
michelle // Tuesday, July 1, 2008 at 7:10 pm
he IS quite handsome!
i’ve been contemplating getting sadie a playmate, but having TWO burping farting snoring pooping licking shedding beasts always makes me second guess myself.
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