Ziggy

For anyone keeping track - we have a new cat! Poor Rosie was returned to the shelter last Friday. Some would say it was because she pooed on the rug. Others would say it's because her time was up and she was ready for a forever home. Both may be true and Rosie will be missed.

We took the opportunity of a cat-free apartment to do a thorough clean. A full, under the bed, mop the floors for the first time all year clean. With chemicals and everything. After that the loneliness crept back in and Timon was jonesing for another cat. We found ourselves in Union Square on Friday after work and dropped in to Petco just to make inquiries on a new foster. We ended up with Ziggy (nee Rascal), a white cat with a black eye patch. He is quiet and terrified as he's spent all of his rescued life in a cage and the wide open space of our tiny one-bedroom apartment is freaking him out. Please note that we had to change his original name because my family had a cat called Rascal for 12ish years and the pain of recollection was too great. Also, I couldn't think of any good nicknames we didn't use for Rascal 1 so it had to be changed. So far, apart from the sheer terror, he seems to be doing OK. He uses the litter tray (phew) although he did manage to carve a huge gash in it somehow (we buy the disposable aluminium roasting trays because they're big enough for the morbidly obese cats in this country). He has also not made a noise which is lovely. I will post photos as soon as possible but for now, here's this: