Recently Shasta's Auntie T adopted a cat from the Marin Humane Society. She did not want a kitty but rather a full grown cat. Talking on the phone Tanis picked out 4 cats but when she arrived a few days later to check all 4 out there were only 3. She spoke to each one to see who was a "yes" to come live with her. The below cat chose to BE her cat so home he came in his carrier. Tanis has set up everything in her main house's bathroom.
Such an elegant looking boy! Aren't his paw markings precious?
Tanis had gotten him settled in the bathroom and closed the door. After she went about her late afternoon routine and felt she had adequately recovered from her "trip over the hill" to Novato, she opened the bathroom door to discover "no cat". Where was he? She enlisted a friend's stellar searching ability but she could not locate the cat either. They were both clear he had not somehow escaped to the outside of the house because he had used his litter box. Some while later Tanis discovered he had crawled up under the sink to his "very own hiddie hole".
Shasta had yet to meet her cousin. Tanis wants to allow more time for him to feel safe and comfortable in his new home.
Tanis is "trying out" numerous names and thus far has not found the perfect name for her cat. Perhaps she will make a call to the animal communicator to inquire if the cat has a name for himself. I did that with Rose. When we all connected on the phone, she showed the animal communicator a rose flower so Sun's reincarnation became known as Rose. Sun never liked her name that I picked out for her. The Siberian Husky was Sun and our adopted black and tan hound was Star. Sun and Star seemed like good names at the time. Sometimes we humans are just plain weird to our pets.
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| Rose tearing into ribbon from one of our wedding presents in 2010. |
So while waiting to take Shasta to visit Tanis in Pt. Reyes Station and meet the cat I will enjoy a frequent belly
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