Romeo has arrived! I couldn’t wait any longer to bring him home.
The first thing I asked as I walked into the shelter was if Romeo was still available. He was. When I said I wanted to adopt him, the gal at the desk gasped, “The 12-year-old?” I suppose they’re so used to people wanting kittens or young cats, someone actually requesting an older animal is a surprise—and a delight!
Someone had paid for his adoption, so he was free! I plan to “adopt it forward” and pay the adoption fee for another cat. I was going to do so as we left the shelter, but the gal at the desk computer had never done it before and it was taking longer than usual. Since Romeo was scared and nervous, and in a too-small carrier, I didn’t want to keep him in it longer than necessary. S0 I asked if I could do it later.
Yep, the carrier I brought with me turned out to be too small. Romeo’s bigger than I thought. In fact, he weighs more than Shadow, who is no thin mint. He was so good on the way home. Even though he was scared and the carrier confining (although he was able to turn around in it), he meowed only once. I think he meowed once more when we got home, but that’s it.
I put him in my bedroom, thinking it’d be a good place for him to get used to the smell of Shadow and me. It wasn’t my greatest idea. I should have put him in a spare room I don’t use so often. Because wherever I go, Shadow goes. (Closing the bedroom door when I’m in there doesn’t help, becase Shadow can open the door!) Since I don’t have anywhere else to sleep, Romeo has to share the space with us every night. I don’t think it helps his stress level. But he did come out some time last night to use his box.
So far Shadow hasn’t hissed, and shows signs of curiosity rather than aggression. He knows something’s under the bed, but hasn’t pursued it much. So that’s encouraging.
I’m not going to rush Romeo to come out from under the bed. But damn, I want to play and snuggle with him!
I’m off to the Alexandria Animal Shelter website to pick out a cat to sponsor.