I wasn't looking for a cat. JJ sent me a message that said she knew of a nice kitty- a young male- who needed re-homed. She said he was 'fixed' and declawed, and was a sweet tempered boy. Wendell and I talked it over and decided we'd have to purchase a litter box, food, and some toys for him if we took him in. I didn't have a cat carrier either.. another major expense for us. Providence, people.. the word is PROVIDENCE. JJ said she would lend us her cat carrier to get him here.. and when he arrived, he came with ALL his earthly possessions.. a litter box, a jug of litter, a huge container of his food, and his toys. He was TERRIFIED. As you can see in the first photo.
I don't think he really wanted to come out of his carrier..
He really was very sweet, but very frightened. He growled and nipped at us.. we backed off and gave him some space. He checked out the house...and hid under the bed for the rest of the day.