|I hope we have enough mice and moles for this cat.|
I found a kitty in need of an outdoor home and invited him to come live with us. He's starting out very shy. And huge. Did I mention he's huge? His feet are practically hands.
|Hands. On a cat. The end of humankind is nigh.|
Wanting little to do with us, he escaped my gentle but perhaps premature attempts to Pat the Cat by taking a leap from the stairs into the ceiling.
|This ain't no cute little Ceiling Cat, though.|
Feel that? That's your soul being evaluated by this cat, and found wanting.
His head doesn't move.
Just the eyes.
|Those terrible, terrible eyes.|
Back and forth.
Like a creepy disapproving cat clock.
With terrifying, lamplight eyes.
Joe's evaluation after his first view of New Cat Sam, the cat glowering down from above us like a skeptical god, was that he looks like a lion. He totally does, too.
He's a beautiful cat and I love him to pieces already and I expect he'll warm to us and there'll be big kitty hugs all around, though that fur + Apple's grabby grabby hands has me concerned. Getting Sam to the vet Tuesday will be a challenge (he needs neutered). His coat's a bit mattedy, so I need to buy a kitty brush.
And maybe some whiskey.
To steel my nerves first.
Or, to disinfect the gaping wound where my arm used to be before Giant Person-Eating Cat has suffered an attempt from Mere 180-Pound Woman to brush his fur and have his balls cut off.
|Welcome home, Sam.|