When I learned Lilith was dying, I felt like my heart was going to implode. The only thing that seemed to keep enough outward pressure was knowing that there would be another cat to love after she was gone, so I became the cause of probably 25% of the web traffic for the local Humane Society, looking for just the right cat to be next in my heart. There were two candidates originally, both selected because their profiles mentioned them getting along well with other cats. One got adopted in less than a week, long before Lilith vacated her position; the other just lingered and lingered and I couldn’t figure out why when she was so pretty and was described as totally sweet.

After Lilith died, I went to the Humane Society and met this candidate, and she snuggled into my arms and scent marked my cheek with hers. I fell all googly-eyed in love. Arb sighed melancholically because more cats means more vacuuming, and this one is long-haired and all white. Love prevailed, and I brought her home last night and named her Fiona.

Here are her first moments exploring the room where we’re keeping her while she and V-Kitten get to know one another by hissing under the door.
Cat peeking out of a hole in a cardboard box

White cat looking out the top of a cardboard box
White cat climbing out of a cardboard box
White cat exploring
White cat exploring
White cat in bed
White cat looking regal
So far, things are looking good for her adjustment to her new home. She came face to face with Shadow-dog and there was just curiousity, no violence. Last night, V-Kitten would hiss when he smelled her on my hands, but this morning he would let me pet him even right after I’d been petting her. There’s still plenty of hissing – more from V-Kitten than from her – but it should subside in time.