The first cat we were drawn to was an eleven-month old orange tabby whose information named her Mistletoe. She came home with us today, but her name in our house is Hale-Bopp (named by our still-astronomically-minded Elyse after Comet Hale-Bopp, which she wasn't around to see in 1997, but which she has read about and thinks is really cool).
Hale-Bopp (whom Elyse says we can call Haley, since she's a girl) is very sweet and loves attention, and also loves to play. She was nervous at first when we brought her home, understandably, but she never seemed scared of us and never showed any aggression, and it didn't take long before she was wanting attention from all of us. She spent a lot of time exploring downstairs, and seemed more nervous about her new surroundings than about her new family. Much to Elyse's consternation, it took several hours before she was comfortable enough in our house to go upstairs. However, as I type this at 11:00pm, she's upstairs sleeping on the bed with Anna.
Here she is getting her bearings in our house, playing with Elyse, and settling down to read with Anna:
Jessica was also downstairs with us some of this time, but she really prefers to be upstairs, so I didn't get any pictures of her.
And speaking of Jessica, the cat she gets to name can't come home to live with us until Tuesday, after her waiting period is over and she is spayed. Her name, when she comes to live with us, will be Nosfurratu, named after the famous 1922 German Expressionist horror movie Nosferatu. (Also, in Daniel Pinkwater's great novel The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death, the audio book of which Jessica and I listened to a while ago, the narrator has a parakeet named Nosferatu; that, and having recently gone through my copy of Great Monsters of the Movies, are, I'm pretty sure where she got the idea of using that name.)
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