Thank you for all your kind words about Sukey: I miss her dreadfully. I miss her curled up on the back of the couch, I miss her on the sink demanding drinks, I miss the feel of her bunny-fur.
Apparently, though, I need to be a two-cat household. This sweet creature was at my vet, needing a new home: I just brought her in Friday. Her name is Gypsy and she’s 8 years old, slightly older than Edward.
She likes to talk and while she’s crawled into my lap a couple of times she’s not relaxed enough that I can report on the color of her toebeans yet.
In her first house there were other animals who kept picking on her, and in her second house someone developed an allergy–she has very soft, very fine, floofy floofy fur. When she first came home I put her in the front room, and while she’s ventured out of it a bit, it’s definitely Gypsystan and the rest of the house is Edwardia. There’s been hissing but no poofy tails. I haven’t left them alone with the doors open yet.