...We brought this guy home from the shelter:
He was huge, he was stinky, he had goo coming out of his eyes and he made weird wheezing noises. He hid under the coffee table that first night, coming out only when we put the new litter box where he could see it. Then he made a beeline for it and kicked scoopable kitty litter out all over the rug - before running back under the coffee table. We kept our fingers crossed that whole first weekend until we could get him in to the vet for "the operation", but he was a true gentleman and didn't spray once. He came home that next Monday night minus his naughty bits and damp (but smelling better) from the bath they'd given him and he settled right in as our furry boy.
He has moved around a lot with us over the past twelve years, and seen four more kitties come into our home. But Mr. Boo has always been El Gato Primo with us. Diabetes, cataracts and arthritis notwithstanding, he still rules the roost and claims the prime sleeping spot (snuggled right up next to Mama) every night.
We know he has more years behind him than ahead of him, but today is not the day to dwell on that. Today is a day to celebrate our grumpy old love-bug, dole out generous head skritches, and tell him how lucky we are to have been adopted by him.
Happy Adoption Day, Big Acoustic Kitty! We love you so very, very much!