Yeah, so, we got a cat.
Meet Kubo. She’s six months old, and yes, she is missing an eye. She’s named after the one-eyed boy in “Kubo And The Two Strings,” even though she’s a girl, because why not? We adopted her from the Silicon Valley Humane Society, which is the same place we adopted Toby. She got a nasty eye infection, which is how she lost her eye. Her original owners either didn’t want to pay for the surgery or couldn’t afford the surgery so they dropped her off at a shelter. Their loss is our gain. She was placed with a foster family for a few weeks, and they just adored her. The mother told us that if they didn’t have so many pets they would have kept her, and I believe her. She has texted me multiple photos and videos of Kubo’s time with them, and she’s very excited to see photos of her adjusting to her new home.
She’s a real sweetheart and fitting in well. My mighty, mighty good boy Calvin gets right in her face, and she doesn’t even care. She’s very social. She’s not one of those cats that shows up for food and then leaves. She adjusted quickly to her new home and has become fast friends with Toby.
It’s been a long time since I had a cat in my life. I forgot how funny they can be. She’s always pushing things off tables, playing with toys, and reaching out and putting her paws on you for no reason. Her second night in our house she curled up on Calvin’s bed for a while, and after he fell asleep she decided to lay down on his head and lick his face while he slept. David had to break it up.
Homer’s passing away has left a big hole in our family. He was a great dog and a loved member of our family. We still miss him terribly. He had a big personality, and I can say for certain that Homer would really hate the new kids. Ha! We kinda like ’em, though.
Today would have been Homer’s 15th birthday. We miss you, Homer.