Friday, November 16, 2007
A month ago, the cat my sister has had for 15 years, ran out the back door and down the driveway to explore the yard. She has not seen him since. Mittens was a present for my niece the Christmas before her brother was born and he has been a pal ever since. The family is devastated at his disappearance, but last weekend, my sister and I went to visit a cattery to see about getting a new kitten. Not for a replacement, but perhaps as a distraction.
If you've ever visited a cattery where there is at least one (potent) male, you know what I mean when I say you can smell it before you see it. Whew! But...seeing the adorable kittens makes you forget what you're smelling as you enjoy their playful sweetness.
These are ragdoll cats. My sister already has one bluepoint ragdoll. My own is a seal point mitted. They are hilarious, friendly, laidback, soft-as-a-rabbit cats. They make excellent pets, and if I had more space in my condo, I would have brought home one myself. But then I remember that the two I have are already a handful. Best leave well enough alone for myself. My sister? This afternoon she brought home the little boy here in her lap. He will get his name when her daughter comes home on Tuesday.