My New Buddy, Simba II Options

[Simba's Daddy]

I lost my best friend this past Friday. You can read more about that story and how I found my new buddy here:
http://lightning-strike.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=3015

Today was the big day when I got to meet Simba II. I knew I was going to like him but was nervous because I was afraid that when we met in the socializing room he would be afraid of me and run the other way. When his carrier was opened I was so happy to see him look at me and come over to me and let me pet him. He looked into my eyes and rubbed his head in my hand as I pet him. I immediately knew he was coming home with me.

After filling out and signing a bunch of forms and papers I got to put Simba in my own carrier and we walked out of the Humane Society together on the way to his new home.

When we got home I put his carrier in the middle of the living room floor and opened it up and he walked out and started investigating every inch of his new home, every once in a while coming over to me for a little attention and then continuing on. After his initial investigation we both then went to each closet and I opened the door so he could investigate inside the closet. We would get done with one and I would close the door and then we would move on together to the next one. I was pretty funny because he followed me to each closet door, knowing I was going to open the door for him to go inside and check it out.

He seemed to get settle in pretty quickly. Already eating his food and playing with all the toys I got for him. I just have to look at him in the eyes and he comes running over to me. Right now he is laying on the floor by me and finally getting some sleep

He is such a nice sweet cat!

Here is Simba II, a one year old Apricot Tabby cat:

[Shortrish]

It's been 4 weeks since we put Scooter to rest. We still have our 3 other cats, but the house is earily quiet. The other 3 cats seem to be getting "used" to the idea that Scooter is not coming home, but there is a definite void in our home.

I have been going to the animal shelter. Four times this week, yes four times.
My husband tried me on my cell phone and finally reached me. I told him I was just on my way home, and he said I figured you were at the shelter again.

So many of the cats there seem to have that upper respiratory virus that spreads so quickly. I make sure I wash my hands before I go where the well ones are, though, the sick and well don't seem to be segregated.

Some kitties are too young to be adopted yet. They have to be a certain weight before they can be neutered before they can be adopted out. But before they can be neutered they have to be free from the upper respiratory virus.

I have filled out an application to be a volunteer for cats there, and already know most of the cats names there. One older cat that is 13, is just pulling at my heart.
He is so tall, his legs are at least 12-15 inches long before his shoulders. His name is Mookie. They said he does not like affection. Well, not from what I experienced. I opened his cage with their permission, and we just had a love fest. There is somthing in his eyes that just gets to me. I find it so hard to leave him. They say he also does not get along with other cats, so my problem would be my 3 younger cats at home. I figure I'll go to the shelter, and just love him as much as I can there.

There's another little guy, they have named Marcel. He's a young spitfire of a little one, and we get along great. I brought my husband (whom I have nicknames Dr Doolittle), because he's a natural with animals. I had hopes that he would take to Marcel like I have, but I don't think he's ready to bring another little one home yet.

I am wondering if we should yet also, as I need a total knee replacement. I've yet to see the Dr till the end of August, and I don't know what will happen from there.
So, probably the wise thing, is to continue doing what I am doing, by going to the shelter and just love, love, loving the kitties and cats there,, until the time is right.

It sure looks like Simba II has settled in, and I am really happy for you and your family that it has turned out so well. And, again, he sure is a handsom fella.