Suddenly there are Two Cats

Growing up in a motley household including several cranky cats and dogs, I never wanted two cats.  It was only by about the middle of my life, so far, that I even realized I wanted, perhaps needed, one cat.  "One cat is a close friend, two cats are a jungle" I would say.  I was offended by people who said I had cats.  "I have one cat" I would say to correct them.

In the last few months, this has changed.  After many weeks of serious preparation and education, last week I trapped a new backyard cat and brought him to the Humane Society for neutering and vaccination.  I will have much to say about this experience and what led up to it and how things are going.  But one of the cutesy things that the Humane Society does, much like most vets, is to give your cat the name you might not have thought of, with your last name as its last name.   So now, I cannot deny, I am a guardian of two cats.  And that is what this blog is about.



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