The lady who introduced us to Precious told my wife about another cat who was available for adoption. We met her on Saturday and she is now snoozing on the couch next to me as I type this. This cat is younger than Precious was when we adopted her—they think she’s about six, whereas Precious was 14. Last night, as mentioned in the food thread, we had a dinner reservation that took us away for somewhat over five hours (an hour’s drive each way plus a leisurely dining experience), so we shut her up in the master bathroom with a litterbox, food and water, and a bed. Worked well and we decided to keep her in there overnight last night. We let her out this morning and we’ve allowed her to explore the house. She spent a good chunk of the morning napping in the sun on the living room floor. Then when I went to Wegmans my wife said she was napping in her bed but woke up when I got home.
She’s a very affectionate cat—constantly rubbing up against us (she was even rubbing her head under my armpit, of all places, when I sat down on the stairs) and loves being petted/scratched under the chin. She is more active in terms of jumping on things than Precious was, but I suppose we knew that just about any cat would be more likely to be that way. We have to get her a taller tower/cat tree than the one we have, so I’ve already ordered that (but it won’t come until next Tuesday). I also ordered some "Panther Armor" double-sided tape sheets to protect the couches (that should come this Tuesday). I think we're probably going to need to rearrange a few things—my wife has some glassware and stuff below the hutch on a china cabinet and has picture frames on top of it, so I’ve suggested to her we swap that arrangement to put the glassware higher up. The main thing now is figuring out what to do this coming weekend. We're going to my class reunion in Charlottesville and I’m wary of just giving her the run of the house, but I’m also not sure I like the idea of shutting her up in the master bathroom from Friday to Sunday. It just feels wrong somehow. The lady next door is going to come over to feed her and scoop the litterbox, so there’s that. (Originally the plan was to wait until after my reunion to look for a cat, but we trusted the judgment of the lady who introduced us to Precious and we figured the cat might not remain available had we waited.)
We haven’t decided on a name yet. The place where we got her called her Soulweaver. My wife doesn’t much like that name (it makes me think of that Gary Wright song "Dream Weaver") and the cat doesn’t respond to it, so renaming her is fine, but we just haven’t decided what. People tell me it’ll come to us after a few days.
I haven’t yet taken a picture that satisfies me enough to post here. Her fur is darker overall but is almost a mixture of black and bronze (for lack of a better description). It makes a good picture a little tricky. We have a picture from yesterday when I was lying on the couch and she climbed up and lay down on my stomach to be petted. But it’s a clearer picture of me than it is of her. I think it’s probably best for a new cat to look different from its predecessor simply for emotional reasons and so that you’re not expecting the new one to be just like the former one.