I want to thank those of you who took the time to vote on which name to pick for the new cat. All of the selections (except for maybe “Seven”) were under serious consideration. The Poll is now closed.
As I sat here in the downstairs office yesterday (where the cat had been confined since her arrival on Wednesday afternoon) a new name dawned on me: Grace.
I think it fits with the circumstances of her life and adoption. It is by grace that she was allowed to survive the hellish conditions of her early months with the cat hoarder. And it is by grace that I adopted her. (I actually entered the shelter expecting to look at “Gertrude.” I didn’t get past Grace’s “condo” at the shelter. I was smitten.) See my earlier post here.
So, how is Grace faring? She spent the remainder of her first day home hiding between a box and the outside wall. When I woke up Thursday she had moved. Now she was on the other side of the room behind the futon. Today (Friday) she’s been all around the room, but has been careful to not be picked up.
This is puzzling because she was not this skittish at the Shelter. In fact, she was described as “affectionate” and “lap cat” on her condo card. I blame the vet. 🙂
The shelter shipped her to the vet’s to get spayed. The good news was that the vet discovered Grace had already been spayed so the procedure didn’t need to happen. (Apparently the cat hoarder at least had done the right thing and had a lot of her cats spayed.)
The bad news is that I think Grace was PO’d at having to go to the vet’s. Not only that, but she had to bear the indignity of a half-hour ride home in a dark pet carrier, only to be deposited in someplace that was considerably larger than her “condo” at the shelter.
She’s coming around though. I just need patience.