Unto us a son is born.
We lost Sweet Old Auntie Murphy, the Norwegian forest cat, last May. She was technically my wife's cat. I got her a consolation prize to help her cheer up, but she has been doing Cat interviews all along.
Yesterday she arranged to meet a breeder at a cat show, and drove (In her consolation prize) two states away to pick her new friend.
This cat is a first for my wife. Just as Iggy picked me, this guy ran out of the litter to my wife. When my wife went out to her car to get the Cat Carrier, he started crying.
In the past, my wife always had rescues and other Used Cats who showed up.
This one is CFA registered.
He had better grow into those ears. Great happy friendly disposition.
Sam, the old Siamese, is on a hunger strike and generally disgruntled. Iggy is being difficult and demanding, but no hissing yet.
INTRODUCING: Zacchary!
He is sixteen weeks old.