Despite my plans to WAIT, damn it, on Thursday afternoon I found myself drawn to several shelters, looking to see if any paws reached out and grabbed me.
Gentles, meet Cas*.
He's four months old, full of mischief, affection, and a remarkably deep and piercing voice, and may well grow up to be a Big Damn Cat, but for now we shall refer to him as CatOfWee. Or, as has occurred, "Lil' Idjit."
We are currently in the shake-down cruise. CatofSize is dubious but not unwilling in this household integration.
He's not sure about being the Big Brother, but so long as the treats and snuggles keep coming...
I think Pandora (ElderCat as was) would approve. Or at least snicker behind her whiskers at Boomer now having to be Elder.
*He is gawky but fierce, with a gravelly meow, and certain behaviors caused an observer to comment that I'd acquired a nerd cat. And I realized it was Thursday, and he'd found me in the middle of hellishly hot weather. Reader, what else COULD I name him? Even though his eyes are olive green, not blue.
Originally published at Writer. Editor. Tired Person.