Last week, Joe and I went to the Central Missouri Humane Society to look at cats to find one that could help make me happy. It was going to be a hard task since Roosevelt was so freaking fantastic.
I like castrated males because they generally are bigger and I love a good big, ol' dumb cat. I really wanted Joe to be part of the cat picking out process since I wanted the cat to like him too. We looked and the first cat was an orange male. He was playful but a little too dumb and not very pretty. The next was a fluffy gray male. He was pretty and still playful but not all that awesome. Joe inquired about Willow a black male I had seen before and luckily he had be adopted out earlier that week. There were four cats that we had narrowed the room down to. An orange male kitten, a black older male kitten, a brown female tabby and a fluffy brown female tabby. I then narrowed it down to the fluffy female and the black male but was certain that the black male was going to be it. We took the female to the room and then entire time she stayed on my lap making biscuits and purring. She loved to be petted and didn't mind being brushed. I was crying because this cat was so lovely. I couldn't pass it up. I didn't even want to see that black male. We filled out the form, ran to school for the vaccination records of the pets and paid my money.
Her name was Teacup. She's sort of tiny-maybe nine pounds. She's fluffy and a brownish copper tabby. She has fluff around her face, between the toes, curlying from her ears and long whiskers. She purrs and makes biscuits happily.
She spent the first two days or so underneath my bed. She'd come out when called and sat happily on my lap at the computer.
Keeping with naming cats after presidents, I decided to go with First Lady names. So Teacup (which admittedly is very cute) became Bess Truman. (We call her Bess or Bessie.)
Bess doesn't like the dogs. She spends most of her time upstairs. She readily comes into the bathroom for shower time though I think she's not terribly fond of it. She sleeps on my bed all day and climbs in at night. She likes to be cuddled and petted. She has a tiny meow. She knows that she's cute and we call her our princess. She likes to play with stuffed mice about 6am.
Yesterday, was the pet costume contest at PetCo. I had just begun making Roosevelt's costume when he disappeared. I had proceeded forward with Riley's costume of a walrus. However, I wondered if it alone was good enough to win as we had in the past. Joe didn't think so. My mom came up to help. After some discussion, we hurridly worked on the penquin costume. Bess was loaded into the cat carrier and off to PetCo we went. There weren't very many people in the costume contest. Maybe 6. Riley looked very cute and Bess did too. She was happy to be held. Everyone was amazed that we had adopted her only a week ago and she was so good. After stripping her of her costume, Bess decided that the carrier wasn't for her. While on the harness, she tried to trot around the store.
We won third place in the costume contest. I was sort of sad that we didn't do better. As always, I had worked hard on making these costumes. But at least I know that the penquin costume didn't go to waste. Bess made a very good penquin.
I still miss Roosevelt.
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 10/16/11.]
I like castrated males because they generally are bigger and I love a good big, ol' dumb cat. I really wanted Joe to be part of the cat picking out process since I wanted the cat to like him too. We looked and the first cat was an orange male. He was playful but a little too dumb and not very pretty. The next was a fluffy gray male. He was pretty and still playful but not all that awesome. Joe inquired about Willow a black male I had seen before and luckily he had be adopted out earlier that week. There were four cats that we had narrowed the room down to. An orange male kitten, a black older male kitten, a brown female tabby and a fluffy brown female tabby. I then narrowed it down to the fluffy female and the black male but was certain that the black male was going to be it. We took the female to the room and then entire time she stayed on my lap making biscuits and purring. She loved to be petted and didn't mind being brushed. I was crying because this cat was so lovely. I couldn't pass it up. I didn't even want to see that black male. We filled out the form, ran to school for the vaccination records of the pets and paid my money.
Her name was Teacup. She's sort of tiny-maybe nine pounds. She's fluffy and a brownish copper tabby. She has fluff around her face, between the toes, curlying from her ears and long whiskers. She purrs and makes biscuits happily.
She spent the first two days or so underneath my bed. She'd come out when called and sat happily on my lap at the computer.
Keeping with naming cats after presidents, I decided to go with First Lady names. So Teacup (which admittedly is very cute) became Bess Truman. (We call her Bess or Bessie.)
Bess doesn't like the dogs. She spends most of her time upstairs. She readily comes into the bathroom for shower time though I think she's not terribly fond of it. She sleeps on my bed all day and climbs in at night. She likes to be cuddled and petted. She has a tiny meow. She knows that she's cute and we call her our princess. She likes to play with stuffed mice about 6am.
Yesterday, was the pet costume contest at PetCo. I had just begun making Roosevelt's costume when he disappeared. I had proceeded forward with Riley's costume of a walrus. However, I wondered if it alone was good enough to win as we had in the past. Joe didn't think so. My mom came up to help. After some discussion, we hurridly worked on the penquin costume. Bess was loaded into the cat carrier and off to PetCo we went. There weren't very many people in the costume contest. Maybe 6. Riley looked very cute and Bess did too. She was happy to be held. Everyone was amazed that we had adopted her only a week ago and she was so good. After stripping her of her costume, Bess decided that the carrier wasn't for her. While on the harness, she tried to trot around the store.
We won third place in the costume contest. I was sort of sad that we didn't do better. As always, I had worked hard on making these costumes. But at least I know that the penquin costume didn't go to waste. Bess made a very good penquin.
I still miss Roosevelt.
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 10/16/11.]
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