His name when we met was Charlie, but I'm pretty sure it's going to change. He's a year and a half, and was surrendered six months ago, which is a pretty long tenure for this shelter...a third of his young life already spent behind bars. I saw him online and went back three times this week to visit. There were easily a half a dozen cats and kittens I could have come home with, but I kept coming back to him. What can I say, I'm a sucker for redheads.
He's a very curious boy, and loves to play. Great markings, incredibly sweet face, and enough white to distinguish him from Gershwin.
In the hour he's been here, he's shredded the purple ribbon, which exhausted him. Right now he's stretched out on the floor, watching the USA volleyball team kick Brazil's butt for gold.
It's going to be an adjustment to deal with such a young 'un after Gersh's many years of mellow, but I think with a little time and a lot of patience on my part, we're going to do just fine.
3 comments:
What a face!! Looks like you're going to have a blast with this little guy. His markings are gorgeous!
He's a sweetheart, and such a deep orange! Have fun figuring out his name. (Cats must be properly named, and you'll know when you find the right one.)
He's beautiful! Can't believe he went unadopted for so long.
Guess he was waiting for you.
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