...Rex. Although, now that I put it that way Sgt Pepper would have been a good name choice as well. But this, according to Kate and Sarah, is Rex. Innocently wandering over to PetSmart from Whole Foods, we decided to check out the pups and let the girls pet the kitties, per their repeated request. None of the dogs seemed like just the right buddy for Lola (who is not an easy roommate to live with) so we moved straight on to the cats. I picked up a new collar for Lola while Kate and Sarah clamored into the FurKids kitty area and began attempting to give all the rescues heart attacks. It's a weeding out process, you're welcome, FurKids.
The girls were enjoying chasing around a litter of playful kittens while Jeremiah and I were both drawn in by this little black boy. I thought of my old beloved Obediah and Jeremiah was reminded of sweet little Wilson with the weak bladder but who went on walks through the Fan with him. We both possess a soft spot for black cats. Then we touched him. Soft as a bunny. He purred instantly and lolled back on the expansive cat playground the rescue had set up. He was perched on the very top. Totally unflappable, very snugly...we fell in love. Damn your fuzzy ears, Rex!
Today after work, Jeremiah went to pick him up. We'd have taken him home that very day but of course the rescue has to make sure we are decent folk. So here he is. He's enjoying the office for the time-being. We gave him a bed of Max's so he can get used to her scent...but we haven't introduced them yet. We feel he should have time to relax and regain his confidence before an attempt is made on his life. I just hope Max doesn't start peeing on our duvet for this.
Rex is in danger of being loved to death.