Cat Uh Tonic...

We've had a few cats over the years. The last one, Ruty, who was named after the rutabaga, had to be put down last summer after developing feline oral stomatitis, an auto immune disease with no known cure. Andy wanted to wait awhile to get another cat, but after missing the sound of little cat feet all winter, decided maybe it was time to look for another one.  So I checked the local animal shelter, Pet Pride, and finally Craig's List, where we saw an ad for an "aloof, yearling male, friendly but doesn't like to cuddle." Well that sounded like Ruty when we first got him, so answered the ad. When they responded that they still had him, Andy went and brought him home.

Kind of shy at first, he spent most of the first week under the couch, but now has pretty much made himself at home.

He's apparently fascinated with the toilet, we have to keep the lid down to stop him from crawling into the bowl.

It's like he thinks it's his personal water bowl. "What's your problem? I'm busy here!"