His name is… Squirrel
Since the departure of our much-beloved Frances, the milliner and I have considered getting another pet. In fact, perhaps two pets, if only so they don't get lonely during those hours when we're not home. We're special that way.Naturally, I wanted another Maine Coon, but was open to suggestions. And, of course, a dog. Something big. That slobbers all over you. And takes up half the bed. And is way too huge to require much exercise. But first of all, a cat.
So, relying on a certain yulblogger's suggestion, we headed out to SPCA Montérégie, a non-euthanasia shelter. Looked around one of the cat rooms, were attacked (in a friendly way, mind you) by some cats, smelled at by others, and completely ignored by the rest. One cat was sleeping, woke up when we got near, and latched on when we picked him up, nuzzling on ear lobes and hugging us madly. So, we told the folks we wanted him, paid, and left him for the week while he was to get another vaccination. And, therefore, I present, Squirrel.
Tiny little thing, a bit of a complainer, but not loud at all. He just requires a lot of love. His name, apparently, comes from the fact that he was found under a bird feeder, trying to jump up to get the seeds. Of course, if ever we get another pet, we have to call it "Moose," but with a Russian accent.
BTW, if anyone is thinking of adopting a(nother) pet, really, go to the SPCA Montérégie: they especially need help these days.
posted by Michel @ 2:02 PM
8 Comments:
Hello Squirrel!
Shhhh! Don't talk to him!
He'll spend hours talking back to you like a drunken sorority girl.
what a cute cat--and a nice story. congratulations. glad you supported the SPCA shelter.
side issue: i think with re: to Moose/Russian accent, etc., you may be getting Rocky/Bullwinkle and Boris/Natasha confused?
Thanks.
But no, we want to call our next pet "Moose" so that we can summon them with [russian accent]Moose and Squirrel![/russian accent] à la Natasha.
Congratulations to all involved! I think every cat has a certain something that enables him or her to survive, but I must admit I have a very sweet spot for those who use the "I'm irresistible and I already love you so much!" tactic.
Oh, and when my cats stand on their hind legs, I say they do the squirrel (oh! il fait le sqwirelle! - bien important de le prononcer ainsi!), so now you can say "Oh! Quirrel is doing the squirrel!" :-)
Dammit: Squirrel is doing the squirrel!
congrats ! I am happy for you! I am sure he will have you trained in no time.
Oh, he's trained us pretty well so far. In fact, we've learned to accept waking up at 4 in the morning, every morning.
We've learned that biting is normal behaviour, and that we simply have to deal.
He's taught us that his favourite sleeping spot is between us.
But mostly, we've learned that he's a talking talker. Can't figure out what he wants, but he shuts up the moment we pick him up. Wait! That might be it!
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