Kitty’s name is Pumpkin, even though she’s pure black. Not sure how that happened, except I called her a little pumpkin.
She’s a sweet cat. She does not like being picked up and emphatically doesn’t like her belly rubbed like Chloe, but she enjoys rubbing against my legs and getting petted.
Richard needs more quality time with her. We want him to have a cuddlebeast in his life.
We lost Girlie-Girl a few weeks ago (old age) and feel we have missed a presence of a fourth kitty in the house. I put Richard in the position of finding the cat we want to adopt, and we ended up finding a year-old cat on Facebook.
We’re going to pick her up today on our way home from Kansas City. She’s pure — almost pure — black and she’s supposedly a laid back and sweet girl. For the most part our cats are laid back but for the neurotic Me-Me, who gets her name for the reasons you imagine.
I imagine this will be Richard’s cat, because I already have a cuddle kitty named Chloe (the tortoiseshell one), who likes stretching out next to me and really likes her belly rubbed. We weren’t counting on a cuddly tortie, but there we are.
I’m not sure of the wisdom of taking the kitten on a two-hour car ride, but she’ll be in a carrier. Probably yelling all the way home.
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