Cross-posted at AnnieDeMoranville.com
I try very hard to make the bed while all the animals are having breakfast. Because if I get slowed down for any reason, the cats take over the bed and object loudly if I try and make it.
And as far as Emma is concerned, the look says it all: This bed will not be made.
At 16, what Emma wants, Emma gets.
I’m a terrible pet person, I don’t remember birthdays or adoption days. But this year, of course, different with Bixby. We didn’t think he’d have a fifth birthday. So grateful for this day.
And this little girl is sixteen. I remember hers because I adopted her on my birthday and she was eight weeks old…and I can count backward, LOL. I saw her little angry face at the shelter and knew she was a good fit for our household.
I tell her she’s the last of the divorce crew and we’ve been through a lot together. And she’s raised her share of Great Danes in her sixteen years. But I’ve made it clear I expect her to stick around till she’s twenty-one or more.
It’s been a good day.
Gabe got to go outside this morning. This was our second attempt. A few weeks ago I tried it and he headed to the gate, as if to leave, so I swooped him up and brought him back inside. Continue reading
Cool Gabe is making lots of progress. He’s now wandering the entire house and has joined us on the couch. As long as Scout isn’t too rowdy, he’s happy to spend time with the dogs. He and Bixby are everything right now. Gabe just loves him. I believe he Continue reading
Last night I put all the cat stuff back where it belongs, showed Gabe where the litterbox really is and let him roam the night. About 3 am, I woke to a heaviness on my chest – it was Gabe, all snuggled down.
Gabe has taken to just being wherever Emma is. If she snarls or hisses, he stays all Zen, then curls up and snuggles down. It seems to be working.
This morning he tried the same thing with Zander. Zander remains unconvinced.
I’ve let him roam the house and do his thing, but at night I put him back in his room because I would like a good night’s sleep without any cat kurfuffles.
The dogs are another story…
After brainstorming with a few dozen people online last night, I’ve settled on Gabe (Gabriel Miles Evan) as his name. While I was traveling in Boston last week, I spent some of the rainy afternoons looking at my local shelters online. My thought was, I had four cats for thirteen years and just three for the last five and I was used to multiples. Three feels comfortable. So with Jake gone, it seemed the right thing to do would be to give another shelter cat a home.
Here he is protesting the baby gate. He wants to meet everyone
My goal was to bring home either the oldest cat in the shelter or the one who had been there the longest, or both. Continue reading