On the way back to the office from a customer site a couple of Friday's ago, my route takes me past the city's animal shelter. I had time, so on a lark, I though, "Why not? Let's go take a look."
The lady showed me the newly arrived first, not ready for adoption. They still had to get their vet work done, spayed/neutered, shots, and all that. There was a solid gray cat that caught my eye, with big golden eyes. We moved on to the room with cats ready to go, and I absolutely fell in love with a long-haired calico there! The most beautiful cat I've ever seen!!! Think of Maine Coon fluffiness with calico coloring! I asked what I needed to do, and they required that I have my own carrier ready for transport, which I didn't have. It was too late in the day for me to go home for it and return before they closed, so I said I'd be back first thing in the morning.
Well, I got there the next morning, but not first thing... The cat was gone!!! I'd missed her by less than an hour!! I was
so disappointed!!! I remembered the gray I'd seen, and asked when he would be ready, I'd think about that cat, and was told Wednesday, the 8th.
I got there,
first thing, on Wednesday, carrier in hand, and picked up the gray. I had another look at him, and he was younger than I really wanted, at about 5 months. I wanted an adult, not a kitten, but those big golden eyes became liquid pools of love and sucked me in! The papers had his name as Chevy, which I found completely unacceptable. I posted him on my FB and asked for suggestions, and my favorite was Maserati. Mazzie (MAH-zee) for short.
So meet Maserati!!
Taking over Chipsie's chair...
He and Chipsie are not friends, yet, and I expect it to be several days for her to accept him with tolerance. She hisses if he's moving within sight of her, and should he actually approach her, she'll really growl, and even bat at him.
As for Mazzie, he's found all the toys, and it took a day or so for him to learn about the scratch pads and post as opposed to the furniture, but he did! The litter box is no stranger to him, although one of Chipsie's favorite lounging spots is the dinette bench which overlooks the box, which made it difficult for him to reach it without suffering the hissy-fit. He figured out that hissing is not actually attacking, though. Brave boy!
There is a dish for kitten food and a dish for Chipsie's adult food, and they each eat their own food, amazingly enough. Mazzie will have some of Chipsie's, but generally sticks with his own, which is fine.
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