Saturday - May 31, 2003
Yesterday on the way home I stopped at
the El Cajon Animal Shelter to browse cats. Iíve been thinking about it for
months and it certainly wasnít a spur of the moment decision. Itís was one
of those deals where I was spending so much time weighing the pros and cons
that I finally just said "do it".
I had decided that I was going to take
the ďknightlyĒ route and adopt an animal that wouldnít be the first choice
on most peoples list. Kittens go fast but I have a soft spot for the older
guys who usually get passed over. On the other hand, our house is small and
since this cat will be primarily indoors, I didnít want to take on any
Smokey is a 9 year old gray
Siamese mix and he had been at the shelter for about a month. The note on
the cage said that the previous owner had moved into an apartment and
couldnít keep him. (Of course they always say that) I could tell he wanted
attention cause he was sticking his paws through the cage bars trying to
grab anyone that passed by. 9 years is getting up there in cat years
and most of the other visitors were passing him and heading for the kittens
at the other end of the room. The kennel worker opened the cage and
Smokey made it clear that shyness wouldnít be an issue. This guy is well adjusted. A
half hour of paper work, an identification chip injected between his
shoulders and we were headed home together.
Smokey doesnít need time to warm up to
people. The second he was out of the box he was following Catherine and I
around, rubbing up against us and purring loudly. No hiding under the bed
for this guy.
The adjustment period now begins.
Weíll be watching each other while we settle in and get acquainted.
Because of the coyote situation I'll only be letting him out when I'm with
him. I had him out for about two minutes today but he really seemed
more interested in getting back in. Amazingly, within that two minutes
he caught a lizard which I had to rescue. We like lizards around here
but mice are fair game.