My New Girlfriend

Losing Gracie was seriously the saddest thing I’ve been through in  forever.  I found myself crying for a couple of days.  I kept thinking I saw her.

A dear friend kept suggesting that I get a new cat right away.  You need a buddy, he’d keep saying.  I kept my eyes on the classifieds and on the Humane Society web site, looking for another Siamese.  I hadn’t seen one, but, you know, it’s  kitten season.  I was hopeful.

I stopped by the Humane Society on my way home from work yesterday and there was a small female cat whose paperwork said that she had been adopted once already and returned.  Apparantly this was a jealous cat.  She did not like living in a multi-cat home.  Stella did everything she could to get my attention,

I got Stella home, and she felt at home right away.  There was no hiding at all.  She needed a good brushing.  Still does.  I’ve never seen a cat shed this much.  She also needed a bath something fierce.  She hates water more than any cat I’ve ever had, and I have the injuries to prove it, but she didn’t hold a grudge at all.  She is far more affectionate than Gracie was.

And she plays fetch.  I’m not kidding.  It’s pretty sweet.