Todd

Last week -- our first home from San Diego -- we had three kittens we called Arnie, Darrell, and Karen (for those of you who don't live in Sacramento and don't give a hang about the State Budget mess -- that's the Gov and the leaders of the Assembly and Senate). They lived in the bathroom because they hadn't been cleared of any and all possible diseases that can afflict kitties. Mary, our kitty social worker, found a bunch of them dumped in her feral colony near the river and brought them to us and to her own house. They were affectionate, bright young kittens who would have died within a day or two had she not caught them.

The big three went on to a more permanent foster home early this week and we got -- Todd. He has been part of a group in the cage at Pets to Go for a couple of weeks and his siblings were all adopted. He is a cutie, and we don't know why he didn't find a home. In any case, he is temporarily part of the herd of cats that live here. The first couple of days he didn't play -- just liked to snuggle and purr. My crazy guys are setting the pace and he has discovered the joy of toy. Ping pongy balls make a great noise on hardwood floors and mice are to be chased through tunnels. He has so much to learn from our pampered darlings.

He also likes to snuggle and has very soft fur. He is a great guy and an easy house guest.