Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Černý Vůl Cat House
Luna asleep on a comfy chair.
No sooner had we miraculously found our missing cat Zhenya after she'd gone missing for 25 days (read more about that adventure here and here) than a snow-white kitten -- about 8 weeks old -- suddenly appeared, literally, on our doorstep.
It's almost like we have a VACANCY sign blinking on the front of our house, fashioned from special neon that's visible only to cats.
You may remember our memorable meetings with Flake and with Flukey.
There was also the tragedy of Oskar Junior.
And Oskar, our wild outdoor cat (Oscar Wild), for those who are following along, is doing just fine, after his scary bout with pneumonia earlier this year (when he lived in our bathroom for a month).
He's back outside now, comes every morning and every night for his packet of wet Whiskas and dry food, and even comes into our house a few steps and looks around before deciding that he likes it better outside. (We're hoping he decides to come inside permanently once winter sets in, but it's unlikely.)
But back to the kitten.
We suddenly found ourselves caring for the cutest white kitten you ever did see. And one with the most perfect personality -- affectionate, didn't scratch, and loved to play. And she wasn't deaf, unlike a lot of pure white kittens.
Don't know where she came from, but she decided she liked us, and got along with Oskar, so we found ourselves feeding her, too.
We took her to the vet and had her checked out. Aside from some sort of infection on the outside of her ears, she checked out fine, so we brought her inside and introduced her to Zhenya and our other cat, Chicho. Zhenya and Chicho tolerated the kitten, whom Emma named Luna.
We just couldn't see having four cats, however, and put the word out that we had a beautiful kitten for the taking.
Luna posing under a pine tree in our front yard.
She lived with us for a week or so before we found a very good home for her, much to our relief.
She did have a funny way of climbing into bed in the middle of the night and rubbing her face on my mouth and beard, over and over. Cute, at first. And then not so much.
Can someone please turn the VACANCY sign off now?
Oskar's getting so used to us that he now turns over almost automatically when he sees us so we can scratch his tummy.
Our regular cats Chicho and Zhenya sleep-surfing on the popular comfy chair.