After a few days of begging my flatmate to let me get a cat, he finally agreed. I'm good at convincing people. Haha. So I thought we would get a Siamese, because technically I'm allergic and read that they are the least likely to make me sneeze. The flatmate wanted a long-hair Persian. Well, in the end we got a little dirty boy from the streets. He is orange and white striped, with white socks. On his front paws he has an extra thumb (decedent of the Hemingway cats?). The adoption process is underway. He needs to go to the vet tomorrow and get his shots and the BIG snip-snip. After that is over I'll feel comfortable calling him mine. After a year of working with feral felines I worry what the test results will be. If I get attached (which I am already cause we've named him - "Marley"), and something is wrong, I'll be real upset. Crossing my fingers and asking for mother-nature to be nice. :)
