The week before Thanksgiving, Robert found a fair amount of blood on the floor near the litter box. I found our Scooter hiding in a corner with bloody fur and rushed him to the animal ER, where I stayed until 2:00am.
Without going into the painful details, he did not make it. About twenty-four hours, at the age of almost exactly a year old, he had to be put down.
But cats must talk among themselves, and apparently word quickly got out in the Kitty Community that we had a vacancy (not to mention a blog that now had an incorrect title that needed to be rectified).
On Thanksgiving evening, while we were staying with in-laws up in the mountains, Rebecca heard a meowing at the door and discovered this sweet little girl:
We brought her in and gave her a little food, which she quickly gobbled up.
And now we officially have a new kitty — the first female cat we’ve had in over fifteen years!