We still have our 12-year old cat Max, who has seemed lonely since Buddy's been gone. He would sleep on Buddy's spot, walk around the house sniffing for him, and spent far more time hiding than he used to.
|Buddy and Max taking over a sofa cushion.|
To help me deal with Buddy's death, I started volunteering at the humane society, and while there as a Kitty Cuddler, I fell for a cat named Vernon. Vernon is a BIG cat, weighing 19 pounds, and it's not because he's fat -- he's just BIG. He's between two and three years old and is the most laid-back cat ever. He'd become something of a favorite in the shelter, given the run of the conference room that doubles as an office for two staff members, so it would be fair to say he was babied.
Yesterday, Vernon came home with us.
|Vernon, hiding under boxes.|
Now, the entire time I'd been volunteering, I'd never heard a peep out of this cat. I hardly got a wink of sleep last night, though, because this huge cat has the tiniest little meow there ever was.
We've got a bit of time before the two cats get comfortable with each other -- they're both timid of each other -- but I think it'll be ok. There's no hissing and fighting, at least, and no marking territory, so we're ahead of the game on that aspect (at least for today!). Max is getting lots of love, and Vernon is being given his time to adjust while being petted when he wants it.
Keep your fingers crossed for us -- we really like having two cats in the house again.