Meet The Cat.

She's a rabbit, Mick.. She's just kind of funny looking for a rabbit. She's already bossing me around, threatening to chew on the laptop cord and has marked everything in the apartment (including me) as her's. She's just a little off-breed.. Y'know, one of those meat eating, short eared, long tailed rabbits. (I will point out, Scout Bunny loved eating fatty meat.. Not that I intentionally ever gave her any!)

A lady advertised a cat that her daughter had somehow spontaneously become allergic to. I think most of us who have even worked the fringes of rescue know that means "The pet has become too much work" or "We're bored with the pet" or something along those lines. I ignored it, I can't rescue every animal that comes along after all. (No, conscience, I really can't.)  But, I got worried.. and after a few days, inquired. Yeah, cat's still available.

Okay. I decided I'd go meet her. She's small, she's skinny, she's a little skittish.. she came home with me. The people didn't send her with any food, toys, litterbox, anything, just herself. I thought that a little odd.

So, we came home. She wandered around, she meowed, we discussed names. The only two she even flicked an ear at were "Coffee" and "Princess Fuzzinator Fluffypaws" .. She is also terrified of the gerbils. (I somehow doubt this'll last.) She marked everything in the apartment as her's, she ate some food (I'd suspected the amount of stuff that'd come with her and had prepared) and then showed me her trick of walking across the keyboard when she wants attention. (Matt has called this a level one cat skill.)

Discussing names via Facebook, I tried "Amy" (after the Doctor's redheaded companion) and she came running. Amy it is.

I'm just hoping she can get comfortable and consider my apartment home.. :P