As I've mentioned there have been big changes around my house. One of those changes has been the addition of a new family member. And today is his birthday. Well, sort of. He's been here a month now, so I guess it's time to tell you about him.
I was visiting an old friend in a rural area of the state, and managed to come home with a cat.
See, this is why you can't take me anywhere.
He was in a ditch by a highway in a remote area (well, remote to a city girl like me) when we came across him on a cold dark night. Like my sweet little Flossie when she first stumbled across her rescuers, he appeared to be living the life of a feral cat under protest. He could not be happier to be inside a house.
He was just happy for attention. Happy to have the burrs and mats that covered half his scrawny little body cut out.
He put up with a bath, then purred afterward.
He was neutered, then purred afterward. He purred in the carrier in the car, all the way back to Seattle. Purred. In the car. I know.
He was like, "So this is a car? It's dry and there are no coyotes. Cars are awesome."
Once home, he quickly became my shadow. Even while vacuuming or doing noisy clanky dishes.
Again, the lack of coyotes seems to be a plus.
And he made himself at home here in the studio.
Don't mind me.
Ted prefers to pretend he's not here. He's extra cute when he's pretending.
Molly has taken it in stride, and George learned pretty quickly he can get away with being her shadow too.
She really is the Best Dog Ever.
And Ted just keeps pretending. Sweet little old Ted.
I'd say we've had a pretty good first month together.