Welcome, Mr. Moonie!
Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 6:14 pm
Well, after several months of mourning poor Presley dog, we finally decided to go in a different direction thsi time with our four-footer. Actually, we WERE going to go in two different directions, but I'll explain that in a minute. In the meantime, though, my newest avatar is the newest member fo the Kelley clan. His name is Moonie, and he almost immediately discovered he could jump to the tops of our kitchen cabinets in two mighty leaps, and then we wouldn't be able to hassle him.
Don't get me wrong, he's very fun and playful, but when there are three boys in the house (well, four, if you count me) you sometimes need your privacy, if you know what I mean.
Things are especially interesting right now, since we're dogsitting for my brother. Luckily, Lady is strictly an outdoor dog, and we're under strict orders to keep her outside so she doesn't get spoiled. And Moonie is strictly an indoor cat. And we're all very pleased with him.
He almost had an older sister. We adopted her (to be named Tonks) from the animal control shelter last Monday, and scheduled vet appointments for this past Friday. Unsuspectingly, I let Wendy take them to the vet, and I went and played golf. I called her from the seventh hole, and she told me that Tonks had feline leukemia. Sigh. The Humane Society took her, luckily, since the shelter was closed last Friday. Wendy had to spend all afternoon cleaning, bleaching, washing, and otherwise sterilizing everything the cat had touched.
Fortunately, Moonie had been held up in the adoption process by that pesky little neutering process (sorry, Bruce) so he didn't come home until about 15 minutes before the vet appointment. So he appears to be happy and healthy.
We do plan on getting another one later this week, because I never believed in leaving one cat alone for long.
Don't get me wrong, he's very fun and playful, but when there are three boys in the house (well, four, if you count me) you sometimes need your privacy, if you know what I mean.
Things are especially interesting right now, since we're dogsitting for my brother. Luckily, Lady is strictly an outdoor dog, and we're under strict orders to keep her outside so she doesn't get spoiled. And Moonie is strictly an indoor cat. And we're all very pleased with him.
He almost had an older sister. We adopted her (to be named Tonks) from the animal control shelter last Monday, and scheduled vet appointments for this past Friday. Unsuspectingly, I let Wendy take them to the vet, and I went and played golf. I called her from the seventh hole, and she told me that Tonks had feline leukemia. Sigh. The Humane Society took her, luckily, since the shelter was closed last Friday. Wendy had to spend all afternoon cleaning, bleaching, washing, and otherwise sterilizing everything the cat had touched.
Fortunately, Moonie had been held up in the adoption process by that pesky little neutering process (sorry, Bruce) so he didn't come home until about 15 minutes before the vet appointment. So he appears to be happy and healthy.
We do plan on getting another one later this week, because I never believed in leaving one cat alone for long.
