I hesitate to include posts like this sometimes, but he’s so cute.
Meet Loki. Loki is only five weeks old, but he was found stuck in a fence and turned in to the veterinary office where my sister works. She couldn’t keep him, but we could, so he’s now nominally Tegan’s kitty (but really spends about as much time with Elli and I). He’s a cutey, of course, and his run makes us burst out laughing every time.
I had some internal misgivings about adopting another cat–we already had three, and we long ago decided to stop acquiring new ones and letting attrition take us back down to two. But he needed a home, and he’s very sweet, so I no longer have any problems with it.
He’s a good boy, too–uses his litter box and everything. The other cats tolerate him, but aren’t ready to make friends yet. But at least none of them are outright attacking him. It’s all posturing and hissing.
Anyway, I’ve got essays to grade, so I’ll see you all on the other side of hell.