The kids wanted a puppy. Very, very much. I didn’t, I don’t. Puppies don’t come house trained, I’m not willing to clean after them. We have a cat, Syria; her brother Jordan died a year ago. The kids, accepting that there would be no puppy, wanted a kitty. I figured, why not? Syria is such a good cat that she’d get used to him, and a kitty shouldn’t be much more work than a cat (they come house trained :-). I’d forgotten how active kitty cats are, how much they like to scratch and so forth, but our house is pretty much in shambles, so there isn’t much left to destroy.
Yesterday they had an adoption event at the Hayward pound. There were lots of kitties to chose from, many of them very cute, I don’t really know why Mika chose “Indi”, not the one I’d have chosen but it’s not for me 🙂 He’s cute, in the way all kitties are cute, but not specially so. In the end, that’s probably a good thing if that means that but for us, he’d have had more of a difficulty getting adopted.
He’s supposed to be only two months old, but I don’t buy it. He’s quite long, though pretty skinny. I’m sure that will change. He is a rescue kitty, I don’t know where he comes from. His “intake” date was August 5th and I got it yesterday. I don’t know if that meant that he’s only been with his foster family for 3 days. He was dewormed a month ago, and he had two siblings, so I assume he came from a family rather than from the street.
In any case, so far he’s proved to be a great kitty. When we got Syria and Jordan from the pound, they were very timid and afraid of us. They immediately went into the scratching tent we got from them and would not go out. I don’t remember how long it took them to get used to the house and us, but it definitely wasn’t immediate. This kitty, on the other hand, has been all over the house without any problems. He plays with the kids, lets them pick him up and hold him/pet him. Of course, when Camila has him he often wants to leave 🙂
Last night the kitty came to sleep with us (Mika and I) in our bed. He laid between us and purred and purred while we petted him. He closed his eyes and slumbered for a while. It’s great to see him so comfortable and happy.
Syria, of course, is less than happy to have him here. She’s growled at him but in no way tried to attack him. I think it’ll just take some time to have her be comfortable with him. I will definitely pay more attention to her, at least to the degree that she asks for it. As I told her, she is *my* cat.
The kitty really likes the cat tree, which is great because Syria hasn’t used it in a long time, and it’s not the most attractive piece of furniture to have in my living room – if it’s there, I want it to be used.
Mika had wanted to name whatever kitty we got Isis or Osiris – she’s been reading the Theodosiabooks (about a girl whose parents are Egyptologists) and is into Ancient Egypt. However, the kitty’s name was “Indy” and both Mika and I thought it was a great name for a cat – so we’re calling him that. Camila wasn’t too happy, but her decisions on things are pretty random.
Here are a couple of pictures of Indy – I’m sure I’ll be posting many more as we take them:
Indy in the cat tree
Camila kissing Indy