I knew my Puck would have wanted another kitty to have a chance, so the next saturday, my friend Anna sent me a picture message of a little grey cat. I asked her what the pic was about, and she told me it was my new kitty.
I had discussed with her that I thought I knew the kind of kitty that would fit into my home (I have another cat, Batman. He was an orphan that Puck helped raise and they were so so close.). I wanted to get somebody who wasn't going to be too pushy/too alpha because my poor Bats had been through enough losing Puck and I knew I just couldn't take the discord.... the day that I lost Puck, I let my mom convince me to take one of her kitties, Steve, home so that Batman wouldn't get lonely. And it was horrible. Batman was upset, Steve was excited by his new home and WAY pushy and obnoxious... It just made everything harder, because with Puck and Batman together, there was never a hiss or a growl. I couldn't take it and I ended up taking him back to her the next day.
I had my reservations about bringing another kitty home after the failure with Steve. But this guy needed a home. He was born to a feral mother in the horse trailer of a trainer that I know. They got momma and the kittens into the tack room. The other kitties found new home, but he was apparently too shy. was then about 8 months old and was past cute kitten stage. My friend saw how scared he got when the kids at the barn for riding lesson would go in the tack room and bug him, and right away she thought of me.... I agreed to take him with the understanding that if he didn't fit in, I could bring him back. It felt like fate because I still had my kitty carrier in my car with me for some unknown reason....
Brought him home, and right away I knew that it could work out. Batman chirped and sang to him constantly. I think I could count on my fingers the number of times any hissing or growling happened, and it was all pretty minor... generally the result of Clark following Batman into the litter box.
Puck and Batman used to sleep curled up together. On my bed, in the chairs, on the floor... Everywhere.
I was worried that Batman wouldn't ever have that good of a friend again, but it looks like they're on their way.... Batman and Clark were just laying cuddled up next to me- batman in a little ball, and Clark stretched out, adjoined at the forehead and front legs, purring away after a nice session of grooming each other.
I still miss Puck terribly, but I'm so grateful that Fate brought Clark into our lives. He doesn't fill the hole that Puck's loss left, but it does help and I just love the little fellow to bits.
Will try and get some pics of him to share. Going to be better about taking pictures of things. I never realized how few pics I had of Puck until he was gone and there could be no more.