The latest in the kitty saga: Meet Blue Boy!
He joined our family yesterday. Two years old--almost (his birthday's in March). Russian Blue, and the sweetest, purring ball of soft smoky gray fur you ever saw!
This one's ours--we bought him from a breeder. He's already neutered, a well-mannered boy who likes to look up at us with his beautiful lime-green eyes and find the softest spots to relax and chill out. He's sharing space for a week or so with our daughter's two calicos while she moves from her apartment--doesn't seem to care for them much, but then that's not a whole lot different from the attitude my DH has toward them.
Blue has only been home for a day, and already he's established himself as king of the castle--the calico girls don't come near him, even though he's made no effort to stake out his turf with any more than a semi-polite growl. Fingers are crossed that he'll stay inside--so far he's made no effort to go further than the patio door, where he looks out at the birds and licks his chops. We hope it stays that way, and that he stays out of harm's way.