So, we got ourselves a new kitten. He joins another cat, Sata, and a dog, Potato.
His name is Toby.
One of the real estate agents I work with found kittens a week ago in a barn behind her house. She’s been taking care of them and needed to find homes. I sent an email to Phil, telling him to forward it at work, and we both expressed interest in getting one, so that’s what happened 🙂 The little one had a brother, and they were nicknamed Batman and Robin (Batman had a little mask too–he was black and white). If we hadn’t had another cat already, we would’ve taken him too. I was a little sad that we had to part them, but the agent said there was already some interest in him and Phil had a co-worker that expressed interest too, so he’ll certainly find a good home.
Now comes the challenge of getting all of my animals on friendly terms with each other 😛 Sata, our 2.5 year old cat, just watches him from afar, occassionally going up to the crate to sniff him while he’s sleeping. If he comes near though, she hisses and the tiny thing scampers off. Then Potato, our pup, desperately wants to play with him, but he doesn’t realize that it’s not a puppy–and that he’s also about 15 times his size, so little Toby generally hisses at him when he comes close. However I did get Toby to sniff Potato this morning, but I had to restrain poor Potato–he wanted to sniff him so badly, he was shaking.
It’ll take time…probably months and months, but I’m glad we have him.