It has been three years since our last cat shuffled off this mortal coil and we’d both said we weren’t going to have any more pets. We love them, but they tear us apart when they move on. Every. Single. Time.
Fast forward to late last fall when I decided that there was something missing in my life. Yup, you got it: a furry buddy. I did extensive research into rabbits, spurred along by the revelation that a certain (SPOILER ALERT) has a bun-bun. The more I read the more I realized these guys are more challenging to raise so that changed my mind. (Disclaimer – we did raise rabbits when we were on the farm, but they were not ::cough:: pets. Enuf said…)
I continued to prowl animal shelter sites like a gambling addict looking for a hot poker game. And found Dolly. She’s not a young sprite (6-1/2 years old) and she’s not black and white (like the last two cats) but she is way cool. She’s a tiger kitty so she was promptly renamed Dali after Ilona Andrews‘ were-tiger in the Kate Daniels Series. Dali (the character) is a white tiger so I’m stretching things a lot, but it works in my mind. Just go with it, okay?
I went over to see Dali at her foster mom’s home on May 3rd and found she is a shy kitty. It took some time to coax her out from under the bed. I was allowed one head pet and then she backed off to study me. We played with a ribbon for quite some time, but clearly this cat is going to be one for whom I will have to earn her trust. Which is totally unlike the previous feline resident, Midnight, who wandered out of the cat carrier, jumped up on the closest kitchen chair, licked all her fur back in place and fell asleep. She was so laid back that I had a dinner party a week after she arrived.
Not so with with this little lady. Dali is going to need considerable time to adjust to us. I suspect, however, once that trust is earned it will be unshakable. I decided that day to adopt her, but then personal events took precedence so I asked her foster mom to keep Dali until our private life settled down. It finally did this last Sunday, so….
I present the new cat** in the Oliver household. She’s still spooked (who wouldn’t be) but is settling in. She is taking things very slow, preferring to remain in the den for the time being. She’ll wander into my office every now and then, but any little noise freaks her out.
She has begun a major charm offensive with the husband (who was not involved in this cat selection, unlike previous times). Once the new office is done, if she’s comfortable with the idea, she’ll be going portable with me to my writer’s cottage where she can keep an eye on the ground squirrels and the neighborhood cats.
All is right in the world. I’ll give you Dali updates every now and then as time and interest permit. Thanks for welcoming her to her new home.
** Jean Marie Ward refers to her new cat as her Feline Overlord or The Management. Both of those make sense if you’re a cat “owner.”