There's the look of gratitude. He's on my lap and looking up at me SO adoringly. I melted. "You're welcome, little one".
While I was there, I couldn't help but rescue a VERY dapper guy named "Ruggles". Again - an impressive "Before" and "After" picture:
I think the most interesting part of both of these "after" pictures is the fact that they were taken TEN MINUTES after they arrived in my home. Seriously. TEN MINUTES!
Ruggles would have no part of a separate quarantine period. I tried to put him in my den, which is a VERY cool room with lots of windows. No. He wouldn't hear of it. He cried like a baby for 5 minutes and I let him out with all the other cats. My orange guy "Butters" hissed and gave him a swipe. Ruggles couldn't care less. Everybody was hissing and Ruggles seemingly *shrugged* and jumped up on the window seat and proceeded to eat. He pooped in the appropriate litterbox, (Not in the car on the way home!!! Whoo hoo!) and even tried to engage Thomas in a little bit of play. This was in the first 30 minutes!
I'm in awe. Whomever gave this guy up was a fool. He's really the perfect cat and SO handsome. Ruggles has been neutered and declawed, so I doubt I'll have either one of them for very long.
I'm in love already. (Don't I always say that?)