Or rather, do we need another cat?
Or this particular cat.
One of Sair's ballet teachers does cat fostering.
Today in class she told Sair that she has a kitty at home.
The little guy is about six months old, a feral rescue, and she's had him at her place to socialize him.
And now he's social.
What I know about him is that he is black and white with a moustache.
Black and white kitties are a family favorite.
Could be anything.
Or even like this maybe.
He could be really, really cute.
Who am I kidding.
I know he will be damn cute, and once I see him the game will be pretty much over.
I am such a sucker for kitters.
She wants to find him a home now, rather than send him back to the shelter, and back into a kennel.
— It's a no kill place, but he might have to wait a while, back in the kennel, in all the chaos.
She says he's all gratitude and happiness at being home with her, and she can't stand to send him back, but she really is at her kitty limit.
He's got the recovering feral thing of liking other kitties, and is flirting like mad with her guys.
And we did discover, with Wolfie, that our guys aren't all that adverse to new kitties, if the new guys have good cat manners.
But we do already have a really, really cute recovering feral.
Wolfie is a wonderful kitty, but it's a bit high maintenance having a cat who is as easily spooked as he is.
Our cat sitter has only ever seen him from a distance.
I'm sure Wolfie would love another guy around — there're all these crabby old cats, and he wants to WRESTLE and PLAY, and they just aren't having any.
But will they just go off and be wild young boys and never come home and cuddle?
I have to phone her tomorrow and either arrange to see him, or let it pass.
I hate decisions.