Saturday, November 14, 2009
My New Home
I was dropped off at the animal shelter two months ago, but today I went home with this lady and this man to a new place. They thought they would go home with an 8 month old cat named Jenny, but the shelter volunteers, wearing "Give Them a Second Chance" t-shirts, persuaded them that an older cat, already so long behind bars at the pound, needed a new home more than Jenny did. Cats like me can go into a real funk after more than a couple of months in jail.
I wonder what adventures will be in store. They are keeping me in the bathroom, which is perfectly fine for me, at least for now. I have been purring and rubbing my head against them. I will even sit on their lap for an extended period of time. So far I have been everything they've expected. The shelter said I am a very affectionate cat. Hee hee, we shall see. But, for now, you can see the "trick" I performed at the shelter.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. The name I came with is Prince. The lady and man don't like that name, so they have been thinking of a new name for me. But for now, I am still Prince.