Cat Party

For the past two years, my answer to Devan's annual "What do you want for Christmas/your birthday/our anniversary?" question has been "A cat." Sort of jokingly, mostly not: Digby has been so lonely! He needed a brother! I've even been trolling the stray cats that live in the brush near our house, trying to lure them inside using Temptations treats.

I guess my nattering finally paid off, because Devan decided to surprise* me** with a cat for our anniversary this year.

Oxford! Some people give their pets proper names, beer names, stupid names, made-up names, Twilight names--but we prefer haughty sounding place names. We got Oxford through Toronto Cat Rescue which I can't recommend enough. There are so many rescue kittens in need of homes across the city (especially the black ones) and, really, what's wrong with owning two cats? Think of all the cuteness that could ensue. Think of the cuddles! Thanks for finally caving, Devan.

* He actually ruined the surprise by telling me in advance.
* This is clearly not a present 'just for me'. I now live in a tiny apartment with three dirty boys.