We acquired a new feline roommate today. She has been welcomed and cultivated since her advent on our property, though I am sure she doesn't much appreciate it right now. She is currently in hiding in the space between the tub and the sink cabinet in the master bath, and has had food, water, and a litter box provisioned where she can easily make use of all. The other residents have limited access.
Her grandfather (or possibly great-grandfather...) CinderFace was a magnificently, unabashedly imperfect, simultaneously regal and humble blue-point Siamese tomcat that squawked his way into our hearts some time ago. His demise, untimely, unfortunate, and sorrowful, caused our (my spouse and I) resolution to secure and provide for any of his ilk we happened upon.
Cinderella, as she has been designated, has her ?grandfather?'s crossed blue eyes and his point coloration, though more of the original genetics of the seal-point have come through in her. She has her mother's stripes, at least on her tail, and on part of her back. She is a beautiful little bundle.
She does, however, have the requisite claws, which I discovered to my chagrin upon attempting to calm her. There wasn't much blood. A good hand-washing and some antiseptic spray (Yes, that same shit my mother used on me when I was four and which caused me to complain loudly) fixed it very nicely, thank you, and I do not anticipate any debilitating scars.
I am contemplating the fact that we had decided not to acquire further roommates. In light of the debt we feel we owe the ancestor of this little girl-cat, we had no real choice. The other acquisitions were for other reasons. But the upshot of this is that we are the proud parents of one teenaged, rambunctious male human, seven cats of varying ages, one rather stupid but beautiful purebred beagle, and a large black puffball nominally known as Jynx, whom we believe to be a dog but there is some argument in favor of him being a very small, intelligent and good-tempered bear.
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