That’s right, folks.  Mom and I went out earlier today and got the newest addition to our household.  While Mom was off collecting the litterbox and stuff we’d need, I hung out in the adoption center with Beanie and the other cats.  Beanie is very, very friendly.

I’m up in my room, of course, with her and she apparently doesn’t like feet.  Whenever I walk past her to get to another part of the room, she skitters out of my as though wary of the appendages attached to the bottoms of my legs.  She appears to like lying under my desk (when I’m not sitting at it), or in one of the bottom two squares on my old barbie house (it was hand built, six squares each 1foot by 1 foot) and the bed we bought Melvin that he wouldn’t use.  Right now, she’s spread out in front of my door, every once in a while watching me, but she’s pretty happy with the situation, although she’s obviously curious about the rest of the house.

While I was at Petsmart sitting in the adoption center, I gave some of my attention to the other cats. One was a very needy little 5-month-old kitten named Cora, but the one that I fell for was this light gray long-haired 3-year-old named Pansy.  It might’ve been how small she was (she was about the same size as the 5-month-old), but I think it had to do with the way she meowed.  Instead of making sound, it was more like that sound your mother makes when you’re taking too long to buy something at the store.  That little shove of air that makes a stumped “uh” sound.  That’s the best I can describe it in typing.  She was adorable.

That’s not to say I don’t love Beanie.  I adore the new cat.  She’s so very quiet and pleasant to be around, I love her!!!

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