Could It Be? Yes It Could ...

As the song in "West Side Story" continues, "Something's comin' something good ..."

Well, OK, something has ARRIVED, and it's definitely something good!  Here is the first good thing happening in June that I referenced in a previous post:

Last Friday after work, we added a new family member!!  As you can see, he settled himself in quite nicely:

Especially once he found Hamlet's bed:

About a month ago, I saw a post on Facebook from a local rescue group, Project M.E.O.W.  They had rescued a cat who was found limping, and taken him to the vet, where it was determined that he had been probably hit by a car.  His front left leg had to be amputated, and he was recovering at one of the foster homes they had arranged.  He looked so sweet, and we have been talking about adopting another kitty for a while, so I inquired about adopting him.  

After much paperwork, a "meet and greet" at his foster's house, a clean bill of health and incision healing from the vet, a long weekend where we were gone and his foster was willing to keep him for us, and Friday finally arrived.  We picked him up and brought him home with us.

The first night was a bit hard - he had diarrhea, wasn't eating, and seemed to not feel very well.  It could have been the end of something, or just adjustment to another big change for a little cat.  I stayed with him in the guest room overnight, and on Saturday morning, he clearly had his appetite back!  Once he'd eaten, we took him up to our third floor with us and closed the door leading to there (that's where our TV and the most lounge-y furniture is, so we are up there a lot.)  He had the best time exploring!  So far, it seems that the best thing to him about our house is that there are all kinds of windows to sit in and watch everything.  

We had planned to introduce him briefly to Pip and Milo on Sunday - they were EXTREMELY curious about what was behind the closed door.  Except, once when I opened the door to the guest room to collect his breakfast dish, he dashed out, and entered - as The Tim called it - "gen pop" and the rest is history.  

He is determined - DETERMINED I tell you - to be best friends with the other kitties.  Meanwhile, Pip and Milo are looking at him as if to say, "Oh crap."  He will have as much limited exposure to them as possible until everyone is more comfortable, but at least one out of three kitties in our house is very happy at the moment!  😊

His rescuers named him "Severide," which no one can figure out (The Tim: "It's not even like Sevareid, as in Eric Sevareid the reporter.").  But we are in the process of deciding on a name we like better.  In the meantime, he is very sweet, extremely cuddly, and boy is he a good eater!

He is in good health, though he does have Pillow Foot, which means he gets a small dose of doxycycline every day.  (Which he clearly doesn't enjoy, but tolerates - especially since a treat usually follows!)  They estimate his age to be about 3 years old.  He is also declawed in the front - which means that he was going around for who knows how long with a severely broken leg, painful feet, and no way to defend himself - I'm so glad that someone found him and saved him!  

He seems to be quite a character, and is already making us laugh with his excitement about every single thing!  I really think it will be a  matter of days until everyone is used to everyone else, and it wouldn't surprise me at all if by the end of the month, all three kitties are friends.  The Tim's schedule has him at home on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, so there are a lot of opportunities other than weekends for them all to spend time together.

Now *we* just need to decide what his name will be!

(Saturday morning, *very* concerned about birds and squirrels on our third floor deck.)