Ginny

Okay, we got another cat. Jon fell in love with this little Humane Society tabby at the pet store last weekend. He/we filled out an adoption form so that we could get her out of the cage (that's about the only way they'll let you play with them), and we were told that there were already two applications in for "Lucy." I breathed a secret sigh of relief--we already have two hard to manage cats, why get a third. Plus, we just tried introducing a new cat here just a few weeks ago, and it didn't go well.

So, when we/Jon got the screening call from the Humane Society Friday night, I was a little concerned. Apparently, the other two applications for her adoption were denied--they failed the screening process. "Lucy" was offered to us if we were still interested. We went to visit her on Saturday and brought her home. She's about 7 pounds, less than half Bailey's size. I was a little worried about her, considering how poorly things went with Zoey, but we followed similar procedures (keeping her isolated, giving her extra attention, etc). The newly dubbed "Ginny" had other ideas, though. Within 3 hours she had escaped from the guest room and had begun exploring the house. She sniffed Bailey and got as close as Remy would allow, and that was her adjustment period.

She came to the Humane Society a few months ago as a pregnant stray. We were warned that "mama cats" don't always do well in their new homes, but we weren't sure why that was. I'm guessing it's because they're pretty ballsy (for lack of a better term). She's holding her own quite well!

Since there are no other pictures of Remy and Bailey, I'll start with them.

Remy

Bailey

The cats in the box Jon's mandolin came in.

I call this one "Bad Cats at Christmas." Yes, they're eating the tree.

Here's Ginny! This was snapped this morning before I left for work. At first glance she looks a lot like Bailey--only she's half his size!

This was taken within 8 hours of bringing her home. Clearly, she's having a rough period of adjustment. Poor thing.