So the bf and I went to Pet Helpers (the local no-kill shelter) yesterday. Honestly, I had just intended to show him the facility because I think they have a really nice setup in there for the cats and maybe sit down and pet a couple of them. Then one of the volunteers who was showing us around brought out a cat they'd named Clark Kent. I got to hold him, and he was soooooooo sweet and, well, one thing led to another and we adopted him. We dubbed him Maximus (Max for short), which is actually a little inaccurate considering he's so trim and he's not full grown yet. He's six and a half months old, obviously black and white, neutered, microchipped, and UTD on his shots, so considering how much Nova's shots were when we took her to the vet last, the adoption fee really paid for itself. More about him... he's still a little scared. Nova hissed at him a lot yesterday when we brought him home, so he spent most of the night and half of the day cowering under the bed. He's getting a little more sure of himself now. He'll come out from under the bed to get love and even come out into the living room within about five feet of Nova. She's actually taking it like a champ. She's still growling when he gets that close, but she hasn't bopped him or hissed at him, so I think that's an improvement. Still kind of nervous with sudden movements or loud noise, but he even played with a pipe cleaner earlier (don't ask me why, but cats go nuts over them) and he's been eating really well. I'm hoping he'll bond with the bf so Nova doesn't get jealous.
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