Oliver and when we had to put him to sleep in September. My daughter, the cat-lover in our family, wanted to get a new kitty almost immediately. It took a little longer for the rest of us to get on board with that. It was such a sad situation with Oliver and we, quite frankly, were not ready to open ourselves up to another kitten with unknown medical conditions/temperaments.
My sweet girl was persistent in making sure we knew she wanted another feline. Weeks before Christmas she was leaving notes all over the house acknowledging her wishes. When she didn't get one for Christmas, she immediately began vying for one for her birthday...just another month away.
Within a few days, we were offered an opportunity to take in Taz by a friend of my husband's. This friend's adult daughter had Taz in an apartment that didn't accept pets. Having more than enough pets of his own, this friend mentioned to John that he would be happy for us to take Taz.
I liked that he was already neutered and past the chewing-on-everything kitten stage.
Still, I was a bit skeptical. I was concerned that Scamp might not take too kindly to a bigger cat, and I have to admit that orange cats have never captured my heart quite like the fluffy gray ones and black and white ones do. Taz has changed my mind about orange kitties.
Well, I'm happy to report that we only had to keep the dog and cat separated the first night Taz came to live with us. I think Scamp is secretly happy to have another four-legged "friend" in the house. At the very least, he doesn't seem to mind it.
Taz is a big, sweet and sassy kitty. He hasn't been one to run and hide and seems to spread his attention onto all of us.
The only problem I seem to have with him is his name. For some reason, the name Taz, just doesn't seem to fit him. Maybe it's just me. We haven't come up with one we like any better. Any suggestions?