Election Day of 2012 was not a happy day for us politically, but it was a splendid day otherwise. We got blessed with yet another cat, a half-grown kitten this time. A friend of ours captured him but could not take him in due to her own two cats. Nor could she leave him outside, because the night was cold and the traffic was fierce. We did not need another cat, but we adopted him anyway. Sister named him "Pablo," after Pablo Picasso.
Pablo had a sweet disposition but was afraid of the dogs, so he spent the night in the cage that formerly occupied Pebbles. He was small but completely healthy and weaned. He got us through what turned out to be a bitterly disappointing election.
Of our cats, Pablo has the best personality. He purrs constantly and rolls over on his back to get his belly rubbed. He doesn't like to be tickled, though; he will dig his claws in if we tickle. He loves to spar with Mittens, though he usually ends up on the losing end (Mittens is bigger than he is). Like the others, he enjoys a good nap. Unlike the others, he can nap anywhere and be perfectly happy. One time he fell asleep on the dining room table:
Sleep tight!
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