It’s been six months since Murphy died, and I started missing a third cat in this big house. Nienke herself doesn’t (yet) want a new cat, so a little while ago she asked what I thought of a cat for my birthday. Needless to say, I was rather happy 🙂 We then involved my Mom to join in, as sheltercats are still fairly pricey. Since I have a week off now, we decided to go to the shelter on Monday. We could pick out a cat, and he could get used to stuff with me being around for those first few days.
I had in mind a young cat, two or younger. Figured it would be easier to introduce that into the pack.
At the shelter there were a bunch of more special needs cats out and about in one part of the building, and two more, a red and a black one, in a smaller room. The rest were in the cages waiting. After chatting with one of the workers, about the cats present it turned out that basically all young cats are fostered and the ones here are regular adults. I understand that fostering is good for the cats, but it is also hella inconvenient as a lot of foster addresses are in the city or elsewhere and then you have to go there to see the cat. So I figured I check out the ones present, after all, adult cats are fun, too, as evidenced by Monkey who was four when I got him.
One of them was still young, about three, and had just come back from fostering. The worker released that one from the cage so I could watch and interact. I liked her a lot, she was a slinky thing, and seemed interested in the room. She didn’t mind the other cat, the black one, walking around and being interested in her. She didn’t really seem interested in the people, though.
After she was put back in her cage, I checked out the others in the cages. All the while, the black one was calmly moving about, eating, or asking for attention. The red one was sleeping on top of a cat tree and didn’t really seem to care we were there. While checking out the cats, I kept going back to the black one. He was quite calm and loved the attention. His behaviour while the slinky cat was out seemed to indicate he was fine with other cats. He had a bit of a hissy when red cat came down from the tree and got too close (by then it also wanted attention) but otherwise was fine.
Slinky cat, according to the worker, had some notes that she wasn’t always very friendly towards other cats in her foster home, and with the head bumps the black one kept giving me, I chose him.
We took him home, and I put him up in my bedroom. I’d put a litter box there and some food and water, so he had a private place to get used to things. He first spent some time under the bed. I installed myself on the bed to read and get him used to my sounds. He came out for a wee bit to eat and sniff things, then went back under. Later he moved to on top of the bed and he checked out the view from the window sill.
After thinking about it for some time, I named him Captain Blackbeard. Or, in full: Captain Edward “Blackbeard” Teach 🙂
In the evening, I started opening the door a wee bit. Captain was carefully curious from the inside. Monkey ignored it. Milo was carefully curious, and hissy, from the outside. After Monkey and Milo were gone again, I opened the door further and, with a bit of coaxing, he explored the hallway.
At night, he slept on my bed mostly. In the morning, he let me know quite clearly that he was awake, and that he was hungy, and that I should feed him like NOW. Then, I opened the door again, and this time he went out to check on his own.
A little later, I let Monkey and Milo outside for a bit and brough Captain down stairs so he could explore there and get a feel for the scents and the layout. He was a bit apprehensive, but calm and seemed to like it 🙂