Remington (named by my Grandson) was dropped off in my Daughter's yard around the end of June. Since she already had several indoor cats (and for other reasons), she couldn't bring him inside. All of the shelters in her area were full and couldn't take him, so she went to Facebook. He was obviously an Indoor pet, and had been neutered! I wanted him, but (a) am allergic to cats, and (b) had no idea how Lil Bit would take it. She was having health issues, so (c) I couldn't really afford him.
Well, July 31, around 1:30 A.M., Lil Bit passed away, crossing The Bridge in her sleep. Devastation made me NOT want another pet/friend/fur-baby. After all, with MY health issues, I will not outlive another one.
3 weeks ago, today, my house-mate brought her Mom's little Yorkie home to babysit for a few days! That broke me. So, I told her we could go to a shelter in a few weeks, and adopt. She said, "How about a cat, this time?" I got in touch with my Daughter, and she met me at Dad's the next day, with Remy and everything I needed to get started with the FIRST cat I have ever had. (She texted me the next day the wind-chills were 30° the next morning, so he would have suffered terribly had I not taken him.)
He fits in very well, and (for some reason) neither Bre's nor my allergies have kicked in. He is definitely Loved, and...don't let me get started.
So, here he is, sitting in the front window, looking at the fake-web decorated bushes, the trees, the birds, the bugs, the clouds, the neighbors, and enjoying the fresh breeze.
posting from my LG tablet...hoping it works OK.