The first in January, the next in March, one in July and finally one in November. I only planned to have 1-2. How did this happen?
#4 is Adhmon (sp?) a 6-year old spayed boy. He lived in an Ukrainian-Russian family. They had a little girl who wanted a dog. A sweet pug puppy moved in which deeply upset the family cat. The newcomer ate his food, insulted his privacy and kept on biting him. (The pup is teething right now.) The family solved the problem by giving up the kitty.
So, imagine a plump brown tabby with white bib and legs and a sweet kittenish face. He is very agile considering his big belly and quite a spitfire. Luckily he is calming down - I think the pug really unnerved him. He gives nudges to me but maintains a certain distance. The kitties sniff him and he sniffs right back but remains a little cautious with them too.
I think Miska (his new name) will soon adapt himself to my home. But if I tell here I took another one, talk some sense to me. Seriously.