Meet Pocket

First off, I didn't realize that I hadn't posted since NOVEMBER!!

And now for the main reason for this post. As of February, we have a new member to our kitty family. We had absolutely no intentions of getting another cat. I just happened to be browsing Petfinder, and came across an absolutely gorgeous Russian Blue/Tortie mix. I inquired about her, and found that she was already adopted...but there was another similar kitten. We decided to go meet with the shelter director and the kitten at an adoption event. We knew that another cat probably wasn't the way to go, but didn't have the heart to not go and meet the kitten. When we got to the adoption event, I saw tons of cats, but not the one we were going to meet. And then I spotted her - cowering in a carrier in the corner. She was so scared of the barking dogs that they had to "hide" her so she couldn't see any dogs. We talked to the shelter director, asked tons of questions, and talked about her background. Her start in life wasn't great. As a small kitten, she was with a family that had ferrets, and the ferrets tortured her. Either the people her surrendered her or had her taken away, I'm not sure. Keep in mind, that in February, Pocket was only six months old. She had already been through so much. Pocket was a shy, growly little thing. I held her, and she cowered in my arms, until a dog barked, and then she scrambled down to her carrier. I looked at my husband, and said words I never thought I'd utter: "I don't think it's a good idea." Too late. He was sold. Before I knew what was happening, he said we'd take her. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving her after all she had been through. We got all the paperwork in order, packed her in the carrier, and headed on our way.

Once we got Pocket in the car, she was a completely different kitten. She flopped around in the carrier, sticking her paws out, and was completely charming.

There is more to come on Pocket. She has such a huge personality.

Sorry for the delay...

Work has been absolutely nuts, so I haven't been home as much as I would have liked lately. And with the holidays coming up...well, you guys know how that goes. But I wanted to take the time today to thank Natalie for the awesome Paw It Forward box!

Delilah knew right away that this box had good things in it:




Matilda remained uninterested. Obviously something interesting was going on elsewhere:


Then the box got opened. Delilah says, "Mom, I think this is for me!"


"I'm not sure if I can get this out myself!"


That's better! And Matilda is just the tiniest bit interested. Maybe.


This is mine!


And this too!


"Hey mom! This isn't fair. Where's my box??"


This is yours, too, Matilda.


Ohhh, a box!


And while Delilah discovered the box, Matilda decided that the toys were hers.


Maybe we can share the box, and hide our mice in it.


So, both Matilda and Delilah say thanks, and send lots of purrs to Scarlett and Melly for the gift. The feather toys are being carried around the house and often into cat beds for cuddles. Delilah has hidden the mice, and Matilda has the rest of the toys in a pile in the living room. I also think the girls have found their new favorite treats in the Feline Greenies. Oh, and the brownies were delicious!

Now, it's my turn to Paw It Forward. I know not a lot of people read here, but if you do and you'd like to participate, please let me know. Feel free to spread the word!

And to wrap it up, Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Delilah

This is Delilah. Don't worry, she knows she isn't supposed to be on the table. But hey, why did I put a towel on the table if not for her?

Nicknames: Lilah, Lala, Lilah-girl, Lala-girl, Silly girl

Likes: Catnip, catnip mice, dropping catnip mice into the water dish, sitting in the window, roast beef, tuna, cat food, and treats, anyone who will give attention

Dislikes: Naughty little sister cats, eye medicine, any other food other than roast beef, tuna, cat food, and treats, getting wet, getting claws trimmed

Places to be: On the back of the loveseat, at the top of the stairs, under the bed, behind the chair in the bedroom, the office

Trademark meow: Short, soft purry meows when contented; soft, closed-mouth whines when slightly disgruntled; loud, angry yowls when more than slightly disgruntled. Known to hiss/growl at naughty little sister cat when extremely necessary.

Personality: Just over three years old, this silver tabby has been smart beyond words since she was a kitten. On her first night home, she figured out how to bust out of the room in which she was held captive, and has been glued to me ever since. She knows how to open cupboards and drawers, any cat treat or catnip containers, and the garbage can. Lilah is the first to let anyone who will listen know that treachery is afoot. She is not shy and will let it all hang out for anyone who is willing to give belly rubs. Oh, and she is the boss. Forget about that other little cat - if she needs to be put back in line, Delilah is just the cat for the job.

Wow

I hadn't realized that I never actually posted on this blog before today. I'll have to remedy that soon. I do have a separate website that I update semi-regularly, so maybe I'll crosspost here.