Hey hey hey! Let's say hello to a wee little pootie, a shelter baby who found shelter from the world with one cat-riddled Kossack.
His name is Peanut, and when I got him he was indeed a wee peanut of a pootie.
Now............ Not so much. Or rather, too much. A full 18.5 pounds too much. Such avoirdupois would suit, say, Ed, my industrial-strength cat, but Peanut is still -- or should be, given his infrastructure -- a peanut. But I'm getting ahead of myself..........
So, one day, feeling that seven cats just wasn't enough, I visited the local animal shelter, which is a wonderfully well run and comfortable refuge for local strays. And who should I meet there but:
Smitten, I was. Overwhelmed with the cuteness of the little guy. I mean, who could resist a face like this?
He was friendly, too, and curious:
Then, too, I'm a sucker for orange boys:
The little guy was having a blast, playing with his littermates:
By the time I left, I'd signed up to become the owner of this impossibly adorable face: