Actually, let me sum all that up-I LOVE CATS! A day of appointments heavy on cats is my best day. Getting to go into the cat room and having it full of cats is also pretty awesome. Especially when they are crying for me to pay attention to them.
I love my cats. Mr. Montique is my handsome prince and Bess is my princess. I pretty much give in to every wish they have. All they have to do is tolerate the occasional costume and a nearly perpetually dirty litter pan.
I love the clinic cats. Kinder is my boyfriend who shows up when he hears my voice. They say his fur and skin have never looked better. I think it's because of me.
So when this past week an orange kitten was dumped on us at the clinic, practicality be damned, I was going to take him home. Joe would just have to deal with it.
So enter...Herbert Hoover aka Herbie. Herbie is 12 weeks old. He is a orange classic tabby (as opposed to Montie who is a Mackerel tabby) with a white bib, belly and back feet. He had a giant abscess on the side of his head. He is very cute and sweet. Once you catch him (he's a little skeptical that you won't hurt him), he's nothing but purrs. He already has figured out sleeping with Joe.
The cutest thing that Herbie does is absolutely loves Mr. Montique. Ands tie returns it back. There are lots of nose touches, mutual grooming, rubbing on each other that goes on. Herbie is skeptical about eating unless Montie is close by. Bess is slowly warming up to the idea of a third cat.
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