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A few months ago, I saw this cat on PAWS' web site named Pinky. I fell madly in love with her. When I checked back on Friday, she was still there. I told myself that it would be bad, and that I was only looking because I missed kitties and everyone in town has unfriendly or psycho cats, so I can't even go placate myself by making stops at my friends' houses and pestering their kittehs. But Pinky was speaking to me. She was saying with her gorgeous blue eyes, come get me. So Friday night I got there as soon as I could, but she was gone, probably adopted in the past few days. I was sad. They had many cute cats and I thought about them all. But I figured that since I would be up north the next day, I'd stop in at the main shelter just to see if Pinky might have been there and they put the wrong info in.
Anyways, long story short, I met a cat named Honey. I know, I don't like it either. It borders on Fluffy or Buttons territory as a name. I think she fixed her eyes on me and said "I am for you, James T. Kirk." So I asked if I could meet her and we seemed to hit it off. She is four years old, and her owner had to give her up because she became homeless. I believe she picked Honey up from a shelter in Yakima, where they had rescued her from a house with 43 other animals. So I guess it won't be too hard to bring another animal into the house after the remodel is over.
She is a buff tabby, toward the ginger side, and every orange/ginger/buff tabby I've ever seen is totally mellow, and she seems no exception. She's even come out for my dad, which thrilled him, as Emma didn't do that. Her eyes are a very brilliant gold, and it's clear she has had some attentive, but not entirely quality care for a while. So far, she seems wary, and kind tries to avoid being held, but when I sit down, she wants on my lap or to get lots of head rubs, and she isn't nearly as averse to brushing as I was told. It'll take some time for her to warm up to me. Her one ear has a big chunk missing, but she seems otherwise healthy. The staff were thrilled that I was taking her -- none of them could figure out why she had been there for over two months, because she was so sweet. Every single person of the seven I met there said, "You're taking Honey!!! Oh, that's so great!!!" She was like Most Popular at the shelter class. I did the paperwork yesterday, went to a bash feeling happy for the first time in years, and then picked her up today after getting the house ready.
So, I don't really like the name Honey, even though I'll no doubt call her that all the time along with tens of thousands of other pet names. But some think I should keep it, and others think it's as bad as I do.
[Poll #1004965]
( A taste of Honey pics )
Anyways, long story short, I met a cat named Honey. I know, I don't like it either. It borders on Fluffy or Buttons territory as a name. I think she fixed her eyes on me and said "I am for you, James T. Kirk." So I asked if I could meet her and we seemed to hit it off. She is four years old, and her owner had to give her up because she became homeless. I believe she picked Honey up from a shelter in Yakima, where they had rescued her from a house with 43 other animals. So I guess it won't be too hard to bring another animal into the house after the remodel is over.
She is a buff tabby, toward the ginger side, and every orange/ginger/buff tabby I've ever seen is totally mellow, and she seems no exception. She's even come out for my dad, which thrilled him, as Emma didn't do that. Her eyes are a very brilliant gold, and it's clear she has had some attentive, but not entirely quality care for a while. So far, she seems wary, and kind tries to avoid being held, but when I sit down, she wants on my lap or to get lots of head rubs, and she isn't nearly as averse to brushing as I was told. It'll take some time for her to warm up to me. Her one ear has a big chunk missing, but she seems otherwise healthy. The staff were thrilled that I was taking her -- none of them could figure out why she had been there for over two months, because she was so sweet. Every single person of the seven I met there said, "You're taking Honey!!! Oh, that's so great!!!" She was like Most Popular at the shelter class. I did the paperwork yesterday, went to a bash feeling happy for the first time in years, and then picked her up today after getting the house ready.
So, I don't really like the name Honey, even though I'll no doubt call her that all the time along with tens of thousands of other pet names. But some think I should keep it, and others think it's as bad as I do.
[Poll #1004965]
( A taste of Honey pics )
