I think we've rescued another critter. It's my wife's fault, again.
A little history. We got Shadow from the girlfriend of our friend's son. My wife brought me the young lady's cell phone with Shadow's pic and how could you resist his face? Ya'll know the rest of that story. At the time, I had an old cat and they got along fairly well. Her kidneys failed at almost 17 years of age, so it was time for her final rest.
The lady who used to own the lab that she wanted to breed with Shadow, (no, we didn't, for all the right reasons that we know, here) has had a stray kitty hanging around her house. Her regular cat will not tolerate this little one in the house. So, she, who works with my wife at her second part time job, thought of my wife as a perfect choice, provided Shadow wouldn't eat this little kitty. So, on our daily walk, I chose one of our regular routes that goes by their house. And things seem to go well. So, we brought this kitty home. And Shadow hasn't eaten her, yet. He grew up with a tomcat. He got along with my cantankerous old Misty. The neighbors behind us let their cats out and one of them jumps the fence and plays with Shadow.
From work today, I called my wife, who didn't go in to work until later, and asked how things were going. She said, at one point, they were laying on the floor with their heads together. Another time, the cat was in her lap and Shadow was laying on the floor while she emailed recipes to another friend. And she's kicking herself in the butt for not having had a camera ready to take a pick and sorely wished that I had been there to see it. We weren't sure last night how things were going to work out. Shadow plays hard because he thinks he's still a puppy. So far, so good. We don't know if it will work out. Sherman Animal Shelter will take her but it costs you $40 if you don't live in Sherman, which we don't. And after 7 days, they euthanize.
She is pure white, short to medium length fur, dotted with grease from the car she was living under, and jade green eyes, and a pink nose. 4 to 5 months old. She's been treated for fleas and ear mites but has not yet had her first shots. If we can keep her, then she will get her shots not long after Shadow gets his booster. Then, a month or so later, whenever the vet thinks so, we will have her spayed.
The friend who gave her to us said we can bring her back if it doesn't work out and she'll find someone else. She just thought of us old softies, first. The poor thing was emaciated to the point of collapse but a few days of food have turned her around.
This should prove interesting. At first, I thought Shadow might be defensive or jealous but so far no, he just wants to play and run. She may prove to be his match, yet, at the sacrifice of our humble decor.