Oh, tell me the story of your new furkid, as much as you know at least!
The manager of my apartment texted me about a sweet cat hanging out by the pool, said she hated to call the pound. I went out there, picked her up, and she made herself right at home.
My other cat had never liked other humans or cats, so she hasn’t done well. I had made some progress but was in Dallas for almost four weeks, and had left them totally separated. She is not using litter box now, so I’m keeping her in the bathroom. She seems ok, I go in and spend time with her. I planned on trying to slowly get her out, but now I have to leave town again, so will try when I get back home.
The new cat is a riot, loves paperwork, keyboards and pens, I think she was an office manager in her past life.