Saturday, September 24, 2016
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Last September, as you know, Buddy died 24 hours after a previously unknown brain tumor took over. Gracie, the shy cat, died of lymphoma in February, kitty dementia took Simon in July.
Today some ranchers we know brought kittens to farmers' market. Seven gorgeous long-haired cats: three red tabbies, three dark tortoiseshells, and one very light dilute tortie who's mostly gray with a wheaten blaze.
The dilute tortie caught my eye, then Matt's. We held her. She snuggled.
We hashed it over half the morning. Money. The pets we have. The need to see a new life around the house--which won out. Then we gave in and brought Arwen home. (Because if you've got an Eowyn, the next female in the door pretty much has to be an Arwen.)
So far, Rufus is OK, Eowyn and Daisy are quite pleased, and Sophie is having a massive sulk.