He’s a chatter box kitty but as sweet as can be. He sleeps on my chest and purrs. He gives me little cat kisses. This is my new buddy Joey.
Joey is a tabby male, neutered and 9 yrs old. He’s calm and friendly to visitors. He doesn’t know a stranger. He’s got big, bright green eyes and a strong purr box. I just love him, and so does my CNA.
Originally I told the owner I didn’t want to adopt Joe, but I reconsider. I’m so, so happy I did.
Three doctors suggested I adopt. I didn’t want to because of guilt associated with having to give up Clyde to my friend. Clyde, by the way, is very happy and having a gay old time! He’s very happy, buy I grieve losing him. I feel bad that I had to give him up, like a terrible person. I’ll have to work on the reality of the matter. I can’t take care of Clyde. I physically can’t take care of him. But does that condemn me to never adopting again? I had to! I had to get a new fur baby.
I’m not going to try to convince people of anything other than the need for fur in my life and that I think this senior cat is just what I need.
I like his speed. The boy is chill. I like that he seeks out affection and that when I get up to leave the room, he follows. He’s been here a week and I’m totally in love with this boy.
Joey has zero interest in cat weed. That’s sad because watching cats on cat nip is hi-larious. He does like balls with bells. And what cat can resist a woman’s hair ties? He loves ’em.
My hope is that M. Joseph Austin will help with the depression and ease some of the emotional pain that has kept me boxed.
He came with the name Joey. I added Michael and my last name so that his initials are MJ just like the kitty I has for 12 yrs before she passed. Boy do I miss Mary Jane, aka MJ.
One thing about Joe is that he is declawed. Whomever declawed him removed the first digit which means like me, he’s missing toes.