Say good-bye

So the cat is back at the vet clinic. It was always going to be a long shot, and of course I completely understand my parents' reasons for not wanting to adopt a cat. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to my aunt, who will be back as soon as the end of the month, when Chinese New Year comes around; Kiddo's guest appearances are traumatic enough for her. I mean, I know I would go absolutely ballistic if anyone decided that they wanted to bring home an iguana or a snake.

Still, it was fun -- if only for a while. For the record, she's a stray that hangs out at the vet clinic; extremely good-natured and tame. Here she is falling asleep on my lap. :)



Speaking of long shots, if anyone's interested, you know where to get me. ;)

We spent much of the evening trying to coax her into playing with us. Perhaps she was shy, or not used to the new environment; she kept hiding underneath beds and sofas, even jumping into my brother's wardrobe once! But she did finally settle down, and won our hearts too. I could tell my mom missed her this evening; she kept talking about how cute she was when she was doing this or that.

The staff at the vet clinic call her Ah Foo; apparently they always catch her in the Fortune Cat pose. I couldn't stop laughing at that.



And I bet I'll catch some of you with one hand up in the air by the end of this post. ;)

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Luann by Greg Evans

Luann, incidentally, had similar problems when she took in a stray (whom she has since named Sassy). A strange parallel in 11 parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11.