Soooo ... Jed and the kids went to the shelter ...
filled out some forms ...
listed everyone we've ever known as character references ...
and released the veterinary records for our dear-departed Maggie as well as our still drinking from the toilet, sweet-old-incontient Maddy.
And today we got the call that we've been approved ...
to adopt a cat.
Well ... a kitten actually.
This black furry blur is Ariel
and she will be coming to live with us on Monday.
That is the name she was given at the shelter (probably why our cat person and appointed caretaker of said feline fell instantly in love) and Ittybit has no intention of changing it. I, of course, will be calling her 'Tempest,' as I'm sure she will be a tiny, whirling dervish only William Shakespeare could have conjured.
She's a playful one.
Now, friends, I am not a cat person. I like them well enough, but they seem to only tolerate my presence. (This could be a cat feature, I don't know.) I have owned ONE cat in my adult life and I believe it ran away to join the circus (or was shoplifted during a town-wide yard sale, whichever is a more plausable explanation for his wandering ways) about six weeks after I had him neutered and immunized). In fact my experience with cats is that they all seem to find a place that suits their needs -- say fish served nighthly at the neighbors' house.
So, aside from the fact that we've decided this shall be a house-bound cat with all her natural nails (because the proceedure to remove said implements of slicing torture seems cruel and with our luck she'll be wily enough to get out into the world whenever she wants to anyway) what else should we know that will make everyone's life easier? Especially the newest member.
Think: Geriatric, incontinent dog who's sweet but never lived with a cat before.
Think: Litterbox placement/maintenance.
Think: Training her to flush the toilet (I've seen Meet the Fockers) or make toast (after she washes her paws, of course).
We'll take any advice if it will make the house purr.