OMFG look look look!
I have a new kitty! His name is Sage, and he is the little brother of my Bailey. (By little, I mean 16 pounds or so, as opposed to 21.) When Bailey and I got to our new place, he was so lonely … so I checked with the shelter, just in case, and discovered that his brother was STILL THERE. Poor Sage had been at the shelter for a year and a half, and the women who run the place were so excited for me to be taking him home that they told me I could pay the adoption fee whenever I wanted and sent me right out the door. The two of them were so excited to see each other, and were sniffing noses and rubbing faces by the end of the day. They are both total cuddlesluts, have completely different personalities, and make me ridiculously happy. Bailey let me sleep all the way through the night last night, which is a total miracle. (Seriously.) He did, of course, come snuggle first thing this morning. I have an apartment full of happy cats.
Educational tidbit of the day: Manx cats get dingleberries a lot. Who knew?
Funk that! I smoke it with ‘em!
Awww…. new sweet kitty. I’m so glad Sage got to come home.
I was actually just thinking about the name Sage as a name for a person (no babies yet, just taking a scriptwriting class).
SURE. That’s what ALL clandestinely expecting mothers say!
I think it’s a great name. So is Rosemary. (The others, notsomuch.)
He is a handsome feller. I bet he & Bailey smoke the catnip hookah when you’re not looking.