For Mother’s Day I was made a mother all over again. I went to the pet store to replace Frank and Beans who, much to Ethan’s dismay, disappeared from the pond without a trace, and ended up leaving with this little fellow as well.
Doug is a six-month-old orange and buff pseudo-kitten that may have been a totally bad idea, funds and patience allowing, but has added quite a bit of spice to the Feministe household. He was found abandoned in Northern Indiana and rescued by the regional no-kill shelter. He was adopted for pennies.
Pablo hasn’t decided what to think about him yet, acting far more the Alpha than I ever expected. He watches Doug from afar, hissing when Doug infringes on his infallible bubble of personal space. Doug, however, has a significant advantage over Pablo. While Pablo has at least ten pounds on the kitty, Doug has his claws. Pablo was front declawed when I got him, unfortunately, and this fact may be the bane of his existence while Doug gets acclimated to the house.
The last twenty-four hours have consisted of significant amounts of lovin’ given to both kitties. And Doug’s name, for the record, still cracks me up.