I’ve been trying to get Joe an evil cat friend for a while now.  The one I picked out first has a brother and has to stay with him, so we can’t pull that off.  So then I found another one.  His slave/shelter name is Malik.  He’s white with grey spots and is tremendously friendly and cuddly.

I’ve been trying to adopt Malik for three weeks now.  I was all set to pick him up the weekend before last, and then Jeffrey died and all bets were off because we had to figure out what to do with Maynard.  Last weekend I was in Massachusetts with Rick and the Youngest, so I couldn’t adopt Malik then, either.  I was set to bring him home tonight when I find out that he has worms.  He’d already been treated once, so they think these are the eggs of the first batch.  But worms means that Malik has to stay at the clinic a little longer so that he gets healthy and doesn’t infect Joe.  The girl at the clinic who I’ve been playing phone tag with for a couple of weeks says he should be ready by the weekend, but guess what?  I have rehearsal this weekend.  And a friend from grad school will be in the city as well, so no Malik before next week.

On the plus side, this means that I have more time to clean, help Rick pack up his apartment, and even go to the Yarn Harlot’s Represent event at FIT tomorrow night.  But I’m starting to feel bad for the little kitty who has been stuck in a cage for going on three weeks.  Especially since he’s been stuck being called Malik that entire time.

I’m going to visit him tonight.  To pet him and hold him and start testing out better names on him.  Like Freddie.

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