Eeee!

Friday before last, I adopted a five year old brown tabby cat named TJ. Obstenably because my hubby was sick of the mice ignoring all the ridiculous live-traps he'd put around the house, he wanted a mouser. So off to the humane society we went and got the cat which demonstrated the highest play drive.

What we got was a cuddlebug with a quiet purr and separation anxiety. He's got his own spot where he can hear both hubby and I as we move around the house, and whenever I'm actually moving he's twining around my ankles and going, "Where are you going? I'd better keep you company and make sure it isn't bad!" Considering my last cat was highly defensive of his personal bubble and barely tolerated us, this open affection rather surprised me. And while suddenly I have a large lack of the large water beetles that seem to love my bathroom and come up through the drain, I've never seen him actually hunting anything.

Until Today.

Meowing to get our attention, leading hubby over to one spot and meowing whenever hubby went in to pet. I walk over to check, because the cat is making a fuss, and notice that he's prancing around a dead mouse. I repeat, he didn't bring the mouse to us, he brought us to the dead mouse and meowed till one of us noticed it. I went to clean up the mouse while hubby gave the cat a treat. So it looks like things have worked out well.

I'd post a couple pics of my cute kitty, but, well... I've never been able to figure out photobucket at all.