Thursday, May 1, 2008

Bringing Up Baby

We sprang our new cat from Kitty Jail yesterday and brought him home. Oh, he is so cute and friendly as all get out. The Animal Care and Control people estimates his age at around 3 years old, but I think he's younger; his face looks barely out of kitten stage and he rolls on his back to bat at your hand like a kitten. He has the oddest voice I've ever heard from a cat, very high-pitched and hoarse, sometimes he sounds more like a hawk. We've pretty much landed on Saki as his name, it's more fun to say than Zim. Thanks to Miss Janey for her vote on the naming issue, I shall occasionally remind him his hair is fierce in your honor.

Anyway, here's his pictures. Caution: Extreme Adorablenss.

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10 comments:

  1. Miss JaneyMay 1, 2008 at 10:32 AM

    OHHH! He's is adorable. And what great pics, esp the one with his paw out of focus but his face in focus. Niiice.

    Congrats on your new friend.

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  2. canoetooMay 1, 2008 at 5:52 PM

    Perhaps your new kitty has some Siamese blood. That could explain his voice.

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  3. mrpeeneeMay 1, 2008 at 6:21 PM

    That might be, he certainly talks as much as all the Siamese I've ever known. Mouthy little darlings.

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  4. jasonMay 1, 2008 at 7:17 PM

    Too cute!
    I love the one with his paw outstretched....no paparazzi please!

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  5. mrpeeneeMay 1, 2008 at 7:44 PM

    Exactly! Very Amy Winehouse, I think.

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  6. ThombeauMay 1, 2008 at 9:58 PM

    YAY! Saki!

    So happy for your little family!

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  7. The Other AndrewMay 1, 2008 at 10:42 PM

    OMG, you have obviously worked your magic, because in the last pic he is like totally giving you jazz hands!!

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  8. TigerYogijiMay 2, 2008 at 4:11 PM

    Congratulations on the new little one! :)

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  9. NoeliaMay 3, 2008 at 1:12 PM

    Oh he's adorable!
    Congratulations Mr. Peenee!

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  10. SickoRickoMay 7, 2008 at 8:45 AM

    Nice pussy!

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