A Melanie’s Mondays Post:

I accidently got a new cat. That’s three for me. I am now in the suburbs of Crazy Catlady City. I do not plan on moving to a more urban neighborhood. The cat’s name is Ion.

Here’s how it happened. My friend, Elizabeth, was helping me run some errands (it is really a pain not being able to drive). One thing we did is take a slew of old harnesses that Skipper has outgrown — without every wearing them — to the pound. I mean the “animal shelter.” Of course we had to go in to look at the cats. That part is my fault. I was the one who wanted to look at the cats, not that Elizabeth put up much of an argument.

As it turns out, it was almost Oct. 16th, the four year anniversary of my brain hemorrhage. Not actually a time to celebrate but maybe a good excuse to drown your sorrows in the soft fur of a cat. By the way, my stupid brain hemorrhage is the reason my finger is in that last photo. As at least some of you know, I lost the half of my vision that sees to the left, this means the finger doesn’t bother me at all. You can just ignore it.

We had almost made it back to the exit when we came across a volunteer holding this cute little cat like a sack of potatoes. The cat was just fine with that. Now this part is Elizabeth’s fault. It was at this point that she started saying that I could get that little cat. I said no. But then the volunteer motioned for us to come into the little room where she was holding him. I was reluctant but didn’t much resist the nudge Elizabeth gave me.

The reason I mentioned my strokeaversary is that, at this point, Elizabeth volunteered to pay the adoption fee as a gift to celebrate the event. What could I say? He’s so cute and also cuddly! While both Driftwood and Mamba are super cute, neither of them qualifies as cuddly.

You may never see a photo of Ion standing up. The second I look at him he flops over so I can pet his belly. I know! Is that cute or what?

So far Ion is confined to my office until he gets used to things. Actually, I opened the door during the day yesterday and today, but he’s still confined to the office since he won’t come out. This is mainly due to Driftwood who parks himself in the hallway outside the door and hisses if Ion even looks that direction.

I don’t know, it just fits him. Then again, it could work beautifully. A cation is a positively charged atom, while an anion is a negatively charged atom. This means that when he’s a good cat, I can call him cation, but when he’s a bad cat, I can call him anion. So far he’s been a pretty steady cation.

He hasn’t really met Skipper yet. I imagine she’ll be posting about their first meeting soon.

Do you have a cat like Ion? Same color? Same flopping over on his side? Same big white nose? Are you a crazy cat person? How many cats do you have?