1) They are very expensive in Massachusetts. Why?
2) It's hard to find an available litter.
3) Most of the cat breeders we came across we batshit crazy. Um, your cats are called "cats" not "lords and ladies" or "dukes and dutchesses." And no, I will not sign a contract saying you can come visit the kitten I bought from you at any point in their life within 24 hours notice. That's just creepy, no.
Well, yesterday morning I got an email back from one of the breeders who actually seemed NORMAL. She had kittens on special because they were the last of their litter, two males and a female. And she was uh...only two hours away.
So what did we do? We jumped in the car and drove to Connecticut to get the damn kitty! And he was worth it. How did we pick which one? Well, I knew I wanted one of the males. So we both held one, and then we switched, and then we put them on the floor. The one we didn't pick ran away. The one we wanted did figure eights around our feet. So, that was him then!
We were thinking the 2 hour ride home was going to be terrible with a meowing kitty. But now, he just curled up in his cat carrier and went right to sleep. Awwww.
Now for the oogles:
|At the breeder's|
|Getting him home...he went for the first enclosed space he could find, the entertainment center.|
|Getting pets from JJ, he seemed to calm down.|
|This cat loves JJ...and that zebra snuggie. Never met a cat who didn't, actually.|
|Getting the people germs off of him.|
|Haha, doing what they do best! =P|
We haven't picked a name yet. We both seem to like "Moose" the best, because when male ragdolls become adults they average between 15-20 pounds. However, we have also discussed "Optimus Prime" (O.P.): Lord Samson Wiggletummy, Esquire; and Oliver Paddington. I dunno. What do you think?
For now, he is just "kitty." He slept with us last night. Oh how we love him, oh how we do.