My Magnetic Fields review is up, in case you care. . .
We took in a stray cat. Can’t say it’s a permanent situation, but the guy needed help. I found him out at Mark’s house when we were rehearsing. Mark and his family had been keeping an eye on him, but weren’t in a position to adopt him. He’s probably less than a year old, and is incredibly friendly. I bought a pet carrier from one of the nearby big boxes, and he didn’t make a peep the whole way home, although it’s more than an hour ride. He did however, stare at me lovingly the whole time. I think he knew the score.
He’s already walking around like he owns the place, which pisses off our other two felines. It’s like this kid has seen some shit, ya know? He’s not about to be put off by a couple of freaked out housecats.
We gave him a bath and cut a bunch of gross stuff out of his fur, but he’s still a little stinky. We’ll be taking him to the vet tomorrow at 8:30 a.m., to see what kind of bill of health he gets. Hopefully it all turns out OK. He’s such a sweet little dude; the most friendly cat I’ve ever seen. Polite, too. I got home from work today, and opened the door to the bedroom, where he’d been separated from the other cats. He walked over to the litter box, and matter-of-factly pooped and peed. He’d held it in all day! I totally expected to find a soiled bed, but no, this fella’s a respectful houseguest.
We estimate he’s been out on his own for some time. Maybe that’s why he’s so happy to be here.
Take a look at the pic and help me give the little guy a name. This is the best shot I can get right now, ’cause he’s so excited and hoppin’ all around.
And here’s our other two cats in a love sandwich: