My World, meet Scruffy, the newest member of our household.
Zach and I have both grown up with cats, and as much as I love Joey, we were missing having a cat around, Zach especially. Being allergic to hay, he's not as close to the bunny, and missed having the mellow, lets-you-pick-them-up-however-you-want sort of pet. Apparently two of his cats growing up were REALLY mellow, and he missed having that sort of fuzziness wandering 'round the house.
So, yesterday we went over to the shelter here, where a friend works as a vet tech, and took a look at the cats and kittens there waiting to be adopted. Zach had been really wanting a kitten, and especially an orange one (he's had good luck with sweet orange cats), As luck would have it, there was an orange kitten there. And in the cage above it was Scruffy. Not love at first sight, and as we were meeting all the cats there, the kitten remained a possibility. But as we were putting the kitten back up, Scruffy wanted to play. So we took him out to meet him too. Big solid cat, good strong neck (wouldn't be surprised if he's got some Maine Coon in him, looking at his size) and I've never met a cat more wanting to be loved! So, we debated on it, and decided that as cute as the kitten was, he would be easily adopted, but Scruffy is older (2 yrs) and so sweet and friendly that he really needed a home. So we brought him into ours!
He's definitely an affectionate cat. His whole first afternoon, he was practically underfoot, wanting to know where I was, begging for pets. If I was in another room and he couldn't find me right away, you could hear him calling for me. And though he's not a Siamese, he's still chatty enough that I don't just look at him and guffaw. Growing up with a pair of Siamese, all I can do is laugh at "those whimpy little mew kittens." We'll introduce him to Joey slowly, to give the two boys a chance to get used to each other. From people I've talked to online and from what I've read, cats and bunnies can get along well, so that's what we're hoping for. We'll give them a chance to meet gradually and be well-supervised, at least until they get used to each other.
I always like naming pets, but in this case, I can deal with Scruffy as a name. Funny thing is, he's not scruffy at all! Very shed-y though. And honestly, all I can hear when I say the name is the janitor's voice on Futurama (also named Scruffy, for those who don't watch the show). "Scruffy knows!" Makes me laugh, so we'll keep his name as-is, even if it doesn't really apply to him anymore :)
