Luckybwaygirl: Anybody wanna peanut?

So.

Um.

We went to the Humane Society of New York....

You see, Freddie and I are home together an awful lot these days and Sunny has really become quite comfortable with TWO doting humans at all times. When Freddie went to Kentucky on a business trip last week, Sunny all but flipped out and earned himself a new nickname: Legion

He stalked me and attacked me and bit me and scratched me and demanded my attention at the most inconvenient hours (as in, like....4:30am with loud and stubborn wailing thru the closed door.)

"I think maybe we should consider getting him a friend..." Freddie proposed.

"Well, " I returned, "I'm putting you in charge of picking the next one. I wanted a handsome cat. I made my selection based on looks and wound up with a rogue. OW! QUIT IT. No - not you - the cat! He just bit the back of my knee. Ow Owwww."

So, I was feeling bummed out because of the Shakespeare thing this week. Freddie thought it would be a good time to go play with the shelter kitties. We had lots of cats to choose from and they were all so much fun to get to know. The Human Society has an entire floor just for cats and they let them out of their cages all day (except for feeding times) to romp and play. Dogs are sometimes walked thru the area to get into another area of the building quickly...and they let several groups of visitors up to the cat floor at the same time. It was a great environment for seeing how each cat personality emerges around other animals, people of various ages and energy levels, sudden loud noises and/or excessive handling.

Out of all the shelter cats I've seen (and I've seen alot in my day...), I think the ones at the Humane Society were the most well-adjusted socially -- I gotta give the shelter props for that.

Anyway.

As I was sitting in the center of the room with one cat slung over my shoulders and two on my lap, I cried out:

"THEY ARE ALL SO GREAT -- I LOVE THEM ALL!! HOW CAN I POSSIBLY PICK JUST ONE?"

To which Freddie so wisely (and maybe a little facetiously) replied:

"GEE. DO YOU THINK CASTING DIRECTORS FEEL THAT WAY SOMETIMES?"

Ooooo. Facial. I get it.

They were all great an any one of them would have been a fine addition to our family. Well, except the one silly tuxedo boy who's audition was going great -- until he turned his fanny the wrong way and deposited juuuuust outside the litter box.

"oh. yeah. he does that." confessed the vet technician, sheepishly.

"...is that a problem...?" she added with a bit of wonderment in her voice. (Those crazy cat people!)

It took three visits, two character referrals and an interview with the head of the "cat" department at HSNY, but we finally settled on...