We drove out to Centerville to see a cat named Jack. Jack did not quite fit. But Bink did. We will not call him that. He's in the back room, as far under the bed as he can be. There is food and water and a litter box, and all the time he needs. Eleanor is nosing around the door, certain that we are up to something.
Provisionally calling him Zeppo, all black, about 2 years old, has moved around a lot. This is his home now.
Photos when he finds the courage to come out from under the bed.
Moby is planted with wildflowers. And we will forever honor him.
6 comments:
Welcome to the new family member! I remember how carefully you allowed Eleanor to find her own footing and her own time and how kind and understanding you were with Moby. I know your new friend will do wonderfully in his new home.
Lucky Zeppo, he just doesn't know it yet.
Welcome Zeppo!
A suitable resting place for Moby.
pc,
We do try. It's the only way to earn trust, especially with cats.
RR,
He's been mewing through the door at Eleanor, who is mewing at the door as well. SO MUCH CURIOSITY!
gz,
The smartest Marx brother...
We will always miss Moby.
Oh, good news for all! Looking forward to photos and stories about how Eleanor and Zeppo get on; she'll show him the ropes and maybe tell him about Moby.
I'm happy for you all.
Crow,
You had that right, she's quite the ambassador. Gentle and reassuring, apparently.
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