She was a rescue. A breeder had been running the equivalent of a puppy farm (kitty farm?) in March and was raided for having too many cats -- fifty plus. The lady I met today is a registered cat rescue. She accepts cats, nurses them to health, takes them to the vet, and finds them good homes. Back in March our little treasure was dehydrated, malnourished, and badly matted.
It has been a few months since Francie's demise and DH thought perhaps I was ready for a new cat.
LO and I went to see her at 2pm. The house was a McMansion, beautiful really, on several acres, but the lady and her husband have one cat; they find homes for the rescues.
The husband called her DC, or Dumpster Cat. They gave us all the vet records, indicating about $200 they spent on her shots, spaying her, and recovering her health.
She is such a little lady. She has meowed 3 or 4 times but mostly cuddles us. I remarked to DH we are going to have a bald cat by Monday -- we pet her so much! You can google Maine coon cat to learn more about them.
Tucker and Daniel are curious but seem to be open to a new sister.
Jody's 2nd cousin Pauline always had a cat, and it was always named Spencer. Spencer died, she got a new one. Spencer again. Always Spencer. They were all named for Spencer Tracy. Pauline was such a delight. Lifelong student. Loved to learn. Open to so many adventures. And, a lifelong Democrat. She died last year on River Road heading to one of her college classes. She was 88.
In Pauline's honor, we are naming our new cat, Spencer.
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