I thought it might be to soon as well, but my wife and I both decided as much as we both loved and terribly miss our Courtney that the house is too empty. So, we are going to the cat rescue shelter on Sunday to find a new friend. They say that cats chose their owners. Twenty years ago we went looking for a Siamese kitten and instead this little tabby just started jumping all over both of us and following us all around the same shelter and we both knew this little girl desperately wanted to come home with us. We want another Tabby, but we will see.
I’ve had mostly tabbies-I just have a special affection for them-both of my cats are tabbies-an orange longhair and a brindle shorthair-my Maine Coon was a gray tabby...
My little brindle tabby is about 4 years old and small, too-6 lbs or so. She spent the first year or two of her life as a feral cat in the woods, but a shelter employee finally got her to come along with her. Since I had a cat friendly Husky, and I sometimes foster cats, I got a call from the shelter, wanting me to foster a small skittish feral cat-get her used to other cats, a dog, indoor life, etc so she could be adopted by some quiet single person with no other pets, so I said okay.
Within a few weeks, she was playing with the dog and other two cats, sticking close and sleeping on the bed with me at night-she had chosen me, so I paid the fee and she has been my Velcro cat ever since...