He's a handsome tabby with white toes and a white chest, six years old, whose ninety-four-year-old person died. He's friendly when not nervous, the soul of courtesy - no claws, not even under provocation - has a bad habit of finding the dustiest places in the house to hide under, and has actually come out and spent the last few hours demanding that I pay attention to him, not to the keyboard.
Still no food, but he's used the litterbox for liquids twice, and his weight and muscle are by no means meagre, so I figure he'll get around to eating when he's hungry.
His name was Puss, when he arrived, but he's been renamed, due to this household's abysmal sense of humour, to "Vladimir Pusskin".
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Date: 2009-08-02 01:36 am (UTC)He's a handsome tabby with white toes and a white chest, six years old, whose ninety-four-year-old person died. He's friendly when not nervous, the soul of courtesy - no claws, not even under provocation - has a bad habit of finding the dustiest places in the house to hide under, and has actually come out and spent the last few hours demanding that I pay attention to him, not to the keyboard.
Still no food, but he's used the litterbox for liquids twice, and his weight and muscle are by no means meagre, so I figure he'll get around to eating when he's hungry.
His name was Puss, when he arrived, but he's been renamed, due to this household's abysmal sense of humour, to "Vladimir Pusskin".