The New Addition

For my birthday this year, Dad and Ellen bestowed upon me a fantastic gift. A kitty from a local rescue shelter. The shelter established by local vets in the area is called Kitty City. They only deal in felines and they have a whole slew of both kittens and full grown cats to choose from. We went in with Connor, leaving Tristan with Papaw and Nana and held several different kittens and full grown cats. There was one cat though, that was out of his cage the entire time and completely unphased by the commotion and noise. In the end, we decided that was probably the cat for us. I didn't interact much with the cat that we adopted at the store, apart from observation, but any cat that can lay in the middle of the floor while people come in and out and our 4 year old runs around trying to let all of the kitties out of their cages, is probably our best bet. So we brought him home with us. We named him Pippin, after rejecting a slew of other names from the Tolkien Trilogy, including Gandolf the Gray which would have been appropriate, but better for a cat that isn't a total spaz. Pippin seems to fit him well and the kids are both able to say his name. He should just be glad that we didn't let Connor name him, or he'd be stuck with "Kitty".
The kids love him and so do we. He's sweet, playful and completely unphased when he's picked up by Connor 457 times a day. I know you think I'm exaggerating here and I might be, because I haven't actually counted, but it's damn close. He's a good kitty this one.